From the New York Times on Michael Barbarrow, this is The Daily.

Today, nearly eight years after the earthquake in Haiti, the country remains the poorest in the

western hemisphere. A reporter's account of when death is harder to afford than life.

It's Tuesday, December 19th.

It was 4.53pm on a Tuesday in January 2010 that the ground started to rattle in Haiti's capital,

Porto Prince. It was the early tremors of one of the most devastating natural disasters

the country had ever experienced. A 7.0 magnitude earthquake that leveled the city's homes,

destroyed its infrastructure, and killed hundreds of thousands of Haitians.

I got asked to go to Haiti. I was terrified, absolutely terrified.

And the only way I could find to get in was that there was an aid flight flying shipments

of medication in the lake down to Porto Prince. Catherine Porter was sent to Haiti to cover the

aftermath. I was doing a story at the hospital, the general hospital, which is locally known as

the place to go to die. And I watched a body be rolled up on a gurney to a refrigerated container,

shipping container. And I watched the the more worker open the shipping container. And there was

a pyramid of bodies. And he dragged this body by holding the both wrists up to the very top,

walking up the bodies, and he deposited at the top. And that glimpse haunted me.

So when I heard that there were these men who were

similarly haunted by this and they had taken upon themselves to do something about it,

I wanted to see what they did to correct this this wrong and to bring humanity to a place where there was none.

The men work for the St. Luke's foundation for Haiti. And for the past 10 years, they've helped

bury Haitians whose families have abandoned them in death. A few weeks ago, Catherine made her

latest trip to Port-au-Prince to document the burials.

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