It's still heart-breaking to see the piles of wreckage, and this time some of the mounds were unbelievably high. Overall, those who suffered loss are able to laugh and have a good time though. One man's experience of the tsunami was unreal, but he told it without a trace of fear and without tears. I guess time brings healing, but this man lost both of his brothers, and found the body of one of them hanging when he returned after escaping. Also, his wife and him helped many kids from a near-by junior high get to the mountains, but the whole group was not able to make it safely.
I can't imagine what these dear people went through, but God seemed to be showing me something this week. I am just like these people, because I need God's grace every single moment.
On a lighter note, I've been back in Tokyo for approximately 24 hours and I've:
- been to one wedding
- had two people fall asleep on me on the train
- eaten tiny squid pasta thinking it was parmesan cheese
