I apologise for writing personally.
We have all witnessed via the television the awful scenes of complete devastation in Northen Japan. First a series of earthquakes, including one measured at 9.0, that also included a series of many aftershocks, then an incredible tsunami, the strength of which it is difficult for most of us to fathom.
The scenes themselves were like watching a big-budget disaster movie, much like the 9/11 television coverage, which makes it almost hard to believe what had actually happened.
Speaking entirely personally, I felt that one cannot avoid being stunned and affected by this terrible disaster. My first thoughts are for the lives of the children left behind without any parents. Then the lives of the grown ups having lost their loved ones, both children, parents and grandparents. Finally, the lives of those who are aged, to be told their children and grandchildren and other family members are perhaps all gone.
These people are normal everyday people who happen to be in the situation of living in the wrong place at the wrong time. Their lives are ruled by sheer chance, or off-chance if you will. Despite children being drilled from a very early age about what to do in earthquake situations, nobody can ever be ready for the awesome power and destruction that the tsunami following afterwards can create. This chance, is one that we who live in Western Europe do not even think twice about. The colossal destruction in the wake of this tsunami, is further hightened by the risk of radioactive leakage, due to damage to nuclear installations caused by the tsunami. Here we are witness to the possibility of future generations being physically affected by this disaster.
I say quite unashamedly that whilst watching this disaster unfold in front of me, my eyes filled with water, and I cried in silence...nothing could stop the path of the tears that rolled slowly down my cheeks. As has happened at other times in my life, I had the same feelings in 1984 when watching the harrowing scenes from Ethiopia. This time, it is not a poor, third world nation that is affected. I must say that 27 years on, it makes no difference to how I feel inside.
My thoughts go out to those who have lost....perhaps everything. I intend to help in some way or another, however insignificant it may be.
Phil
We have all witnessed via the television the awful scenes of complete devastation in Northen Japan. First a series of earthquakes, including one measured at 9.0, that also included a series of many aftershocks, then an incredible tsunami, the strength of which it is difficult for most of us to fathom.
The scenes themselves were like watching a big-budget disaster movie, much like the 9/11 television coverage, which makes it almost hard to believe what had actually happened.
Speaking entirely personally, I felt that one cannot avoid being stunned and affected by this terrible disaster. My first thoughts are for the lives of the children left behind without any parents. Then the lives of the grown ups having lost their loved ones, both children, parents and grandparents. Finally, the lives of those who are aged, to be told their children and grandchildren and other family members are perhaps all gone.
These people are normal everyday people who happen to be in the situation of living in the wrong place at the wrong time. Their lives are ruled by sheer chance, or off-chance if you will. Despite children being drilled from a very early age about what to do in earthquake situations, nobody can ever be ready for the awesome power and destruction that the tsunami following afterwards can create. This chance, is one that we who live in Western Europe do not even think twice about. The colossal destruction in the wake of this tsunami, is further hightened by the risk of radioactive leakage, due to damage to nuclear installations caused by the tsunami. Here we are witness to the possibility of future generations being physically affected by this disaster.
I say quite unashamedly that whilst watching this disaster unfold in front of me, my eyes filled with water, and I cried in silence...nothing could stop the path of the tears that rolled slowly down my cheeks. As has happened at other times in my life, I had the same feelings in 1984 when watching the harrowing scenes from Ethiopia. This time, it is not a poor, third world nation that is affected. I must say that 27 years on, it makes no difference to how I feel inside.
My thoughts go out to those who have lost....perhaps everything. I intend to help in some way or another, however insignificant it may be.
Phil
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