PORT-AU-PRINCE — Thirty-five seconds, a pinprick of time at the end of a three-day trip, forever altered the trajectory of Harold Roy’s life.
American Airlines had just called Group 1 to board the plane to Miami, the first leg of Roy’s journey back home to Boston. This had been his first trip ever to the country of his parents’ birth. Roy sat there in the airport breathing in Haiti one last time, air conditioning blasting, arms tucked inside his shirt. His cellphone rested on one knee. His book, Barack Obama’s “Dreams From My Father,” balanced on the other.