Whenever I talk about the nine months I spent in Japan, living with a Japanese family, hanging out and working with a Missionary family and absorbing a new culture and a new way of being, I feel as if I'm back in Sapporo again. That time was so super special for me.
And now when I look at the pictures of the devastation that's happening there, I just weep and feel like I've been punched in the stomach. I can't even imagine how changed their lives are going to be.
I've heard back from my Japanese family in Tokyo, who are really alright but shaken up more than they've ever been.
I've asked what I can do. I shall write more about this.
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