I had a post planned for today, but when it came time to click publish, I changed my mind. It seemed wrong to post 500 cheery words about something trivial when devastating images are still pouring out of Japan.
I’ve struggled all morning to find other words, words that might matter. I’ve given up. I can’t think of anything to say that would make a difference.
I have no frame of reference for this, since my earthquake experiences have been mercifully uneventful: an unsettling vibration in Singapore, a sloshed latte in Toronto. I was in Los Angeles to deliver a talk on intercultural healthcare when the Baja California earthquake hit, and I didn’t even know. I though a draft was making the vertical blinds sway back and forth — a quake measuring 7.2 on the Richter scale didn’t cross my mind.
In Japan this past weekend, there was never any doubt.
Google has set up an amazing Crisis Response page, where you can locate someone through the Person Finder or make a donation to the Japanese Red Cross. Donations will also be accepted at the FIGT conference this coming weekend.
For a superb expat account of earthquakes in Japan, check out Before, During and After Shocks: A Former Expat Reacts to Japan’s Superquake.