Owed The World

Joe Mozingo (thanks, Mark): Port-au-Prince, Haiti — He was running through what felt like a dream. He had to get home. His father, Sony, would know what was happening. He'd keep everyone calm and tell them what needed to be done.



White dust choked the air. Ghost-gray figures stalked about, digging at mountains of shattered concrete.



Robenson Jacques, 33, sprinted up the hill to his house on Rue Estime. The bottom-floor office where his father sold lottery tickets had crumpled like a can.



Sony's dead," his mom told him.



"Mama, please don't say that! Sony cannot be dead."



"He is," she said, quietly sobbing.



Robenson climbed over the ruins of his neighbors' dwellings to the…