This is a letter that was passed on to me from another missionary friend. Hopefully it will help you see life in the middle of the earthquake. There are many people like Izumi and this person. Keep praying and supporting the people here. God willing, Japan will see a better day.
And the letter….
> Dear Friends and Family
>
> Life here has become one of living day to day. I am staying with the
> mother of my best friend, Izumi. Her home is two minutes from my
> unlivable shack. Izumi has moved in there, too, as her own home is in
> shambles after the major quake. She goes there daily to straighten
> things out.
>
> Each morning and evening we watch the news. Our daily lives are
> nose-to-nose with the immediate world around us, so seeing a larger
> picture is important. But even so, we are much more focused on
> day-to-day living.
>
> As I said, in the morning Izumi usually heads to her home, while I set
> out to find food. Lack of rice is a big problem. But vegetables and
> protein are also high on the list. I know of a small four-generation
> grocery store tucked way back in a neighborhood with narrow, twisting
> alleyways. The chain stores on main streets are closed or only open a
> few hours each day due to lack of supplies. But smaller ones off the
> beaten track are more promising.
>
> To my utter amazement and delight, this place was to open at 3 pm. So,
> I joined the line of people waiting for that hope-filled hour. The wind
> was fiercely cold and the wait almost two hours before I was able to
> enter the shop.
>
> Very wisely, the owners were allowing only five people in at one time.
> They had food because of farmer relatives who had brought in a large
> truck of vegetables and fruit earlier in the day. Most places permit
> people to buy only five or ten items, but in this beautiful place, the
> owners, deep with understanding, did not set a limit.
>
> It was a real delight to watch people come out of the shop with bags
> full of such items as potatoes, cabbage, daikon, carrots, yams, and
> other sturdy vegetables. The look of joy on their faces was palpable. I
> got my share, too, and as I pedaled home on my bicycle, I found another
> wee shop selling two-kilo bags of rice. So it was indeed a fortunate
> day. When I got back to Izumi’s mom’s home, we all laughed and clapped
> for joy.
>
> Since I will have to move from this shack of mine, I wandered over to a
> real estate office nearby to let them know my desires. Miraculously it
> was open. The woman was there to clean up and also because there was
> running water. There was none in her home and with her daughter’s
> newborn child, washing diapers was a problem. So she scrubbed nappies
> while we discussed housing for me.
>
> To shift focus off my immediate experiences, please let me continue
> sharing beautiful, life-affirming things that are happening all around.
> I am ceaselessly in awe of the emergency infrastructure here. There are
> not enough supplies, which everyone knows, but the excellently
> organized system is running like clockwork to the best of its
> overstretched abilities.
>
> To give a few examples, evacuation shelters are all over every city.
> Food, water, and heat are there, although very limited. Mats and
> blankets, again in short supply, are also there. People are collecting
> wood from damaged buildings and making fires for heating and cooking.
> Volunteers welcome evacuees and help in whatever way they can.
> Firefighters and policemen carry the old and injured into shelters on
> their backs. And shelters have designated leaders to head meetings and
> make decisions.
>
> People in the shelters are supporting one another. They massage each
> other’s legs and shoulders, sit in close circles for human contact,
> read stories to kids, or simply hold hands. They are grateful for
> whatever goodness comes their way. “I feel so fortunate. We are able to
> eat at least once a day,” one woman said.
>
> And people are being very creative. Some are out collecting snow in
> plastic bags. The water from it can be used to flush toilets or wash
> dishes.
>
> Today one young able man, who was helping his parents clean up the
> remains of their home, was called into the reserves. He had no choice,
> but was not happy about this turn of events. But his mother said, “We
> need him here, of course, but his service to others, to many, is more
> important than for only us.”
>
> During the day people go out to search for missing family members. TV
> crews are there, of course, and often stop people for interviews.
> Emotional wounds are deep and vast. People’s intense efforts to contain
> grief is painful to witness. No overt wailing. But tears and silence
> everywhere.
>
> “Shigata ga nai” is a Japanese expression that roughly translated
> means, “It cannot be helped.” It also implies a sense of enduring what
> is happening and of making the best of whatever situation you are in.
> That concept is an integral part of everyday life here, not only now,
> but always. This emergency situation is surely one of “shigata ga nai”.
> And everywhere people are saying, “We have to soldier on. There is no
> other way.”
