I don't know anyone in Japan. I have no Japanese friends or friends living in Japan. As far a personal connection, it is only in my love for mankind that has had my heart breaking and kept my prayers sincere.
Yesterday, my husband sent me a link this blog. I don't know where he got the link, but he doesn't send me stuff very often so I thought I should check it out. Oh, my.
They are an American military family living on base in Japan. Her name is Emily, she has a large family, she blogs, and she shares my religion. Obviously, I felt a connection. Her first post after the quake was an informative human interest story. She shared first responses and the success of their emergency preparedness. It was interesting to see how all of our instruction to prepare can pay off and what holes she had found in her reserves. I will be using her suggestions.
Her subsequent posts continued in the same vein, but she began to get more information about what happened around her (they had virtually no information for the first day because of loss of power and phones). She told of families in shelters and other families needing immediate help.
Remember, there is an ongoing, major emergency in Japan. There is no knowing when stores will be re-stocked or international supplies brought in. People are living on what is in their homes--with little (sometimes NO) water and inconsistent electricity and heat. Still, when a plea came for help, look at what just one small group of people donated. THIS IS WHAT A FOOD STORAGE IS FOR!! Yes, you must think of your family, but then you must think of your neighbors. (How many of those neighbors had a food storage that was swept out to sea?) You see no one brandishing guns and screaming at their needy neighbors to stay away.
You see them sharing their stored food, generously.
I stole these pictures from her blog.
Will this decrease the comfort of some of the donating families? Certainly.
Will they starve for their generosity? Did the widow's grain and oil fail?
Then, she told of two separate women who found her blog and asked her to find their daughters. They were some of the people in the shelter and communication was difficult to impossible. In this post, she tells of visiting them.
Can you imagine sitting in a cold gym, having lost everything (or not knowing what you lost) and then having a stranger come to you and say, "Your mother sent me."
Mothers amaze me in the ways they find to bless the lives of their children. I have no doubt that were I in a similar situation, my mother would find a way to send me her love and the comfort of a long-distance embrace.
Anyway, there is more over at Acte Gratuit that might be of interest to you. I was so moved by her story I just had to share it.
Have a wonderful day and I hope we will all be a little more grateful for our comfortable lives.