Kate, 16

One man was carried to Kate, his entire leg wrapped in bandages. She unwrapped the first layer, then the second, each layer getting more difficult until the last wasn't moving. The bandages had grown into the scabs and there was a lot of infection.

Kate says almost everyone's wounds were infected. She slowly lifted the bandages, snipping piece by piece, tearing off scabs, while the man tried to control the agony he was in. She was able to clean his leg with peroxide and iodine, and coat it with antibiotic ointment.

A man arrived on the scene to interpret. She was able to tell him that these bandages needed to be changed regularly. The interpreter stayed by her side for two days, helping Kate talk to the people. After two days of helping, Kate finally asked him what she could do for him. He said all he wanted was a little food. Kate gave him a handful of granola bars, which he took to his family. She said he was so grateful.

Another man came with a bandaged foot. Kate unwrapped the filthy bandages and the smell of rot and decay hit her in the face. The man's toes had been crushed, and were now rotting. Kate could see that no amount of cleaning was going to help this man.

Kate put her hands on him and began to pray, "Jesus, please send me some doctors! Please let me find a doctor for this man!" At that moment, Travis ran up to Kate and said, "Kate! There are some doctors who came! They are getting set up at our camp!"

Travis ran to the camp, found a stretcher, and returned to help carry the man to the doctors, who promptly amputated his toes.

But every night, as the Haitians and Americans lay on their backs, pressed side by side under the stars in a cramped space of clear ground, they would sing praises to God. With all their might!