The devastation in Japan is heartbreaking.  They got disaster times three, and it keeps on because of the increasing radiation danger.  It’s even worse considering their history with Nagasaki and Hiroshima, like the horror has returned.  I wish I could go there right now and start helping.  I wish there were something I could actually do with my hands to make things better.  I want to go start helping to clean up.  I want to bring food, clothes, blankets.  Yet I can’t.  I’m here.  Not only are flights in and out of the city not happening, I have a toddler and an 11-year-old.  I’m a single parent.  I can’t just pick up and leave them–I won’t.  Every time there is a catastrophe, I reiterate to myself that I can never be so far from them that I can’t get to them on foot.

I saw a photograph of a rescue worker holding a baby he found.  The next photo showed the child with her father, turning to escape a second wave of water.  I hope they got away.  My heart goes out to all of them.  I wish I could do more.