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Walking the line.

I arrived in Haiti in February, almost five weeks after the earthquake. As a physician, I treated medical illnesses in several of Relief International's Port-au-Prince clinics. Our stationary clinic, situated next to the house where we stayed, opened about 8:30 am, but adults, children, and infants started gathering in the dark up to five hours earlier. We could often hear the murmuring of their voices outside the walls of our compound before daybreak. We were told that the gathering showed that the neighborhood had confidence in our clinic, which was staffed by Americans and Haitians. If the people did not show up, the clinic was in trouble.