《Diary I was speechless》 Saturday 8/6
Today has been hot even from the morning.
It has been over two weeks, but we have finally had a few days of blue skies.
This afternoon I will be interviewing some disaster victims and shopping for relief items, so this morning I did 3 loads of laundry.
Since it was so hot that you could melt, I hung the laundry out to dry filling up the veranda with clothes. My kids and a boy from our church said that they wanted to go and see a movie so I drive them to the train station. I happened to glance back towards the direction of the church and noticed a dark cloud rolling in.
“Hummm. I wonder if it will be ok?”I thought to myself as a finished my shopping and headed home. I was just turning onto the road that the church is on and it began raining.
Well that’s it! The church and the whole neighborhood were washed by the squall... as well as my laundry. (T▽T)
“Ahh!”I yelled as I ran around in a hurry. “Lord, give me strength!” I cried, threw the half wet laundry in the washer, wolfed down a sandwich and headed off to the afternoon interviews.
That afternoon I met with Mr. and Mrs. “S” who had evacuated to Fukushima city where the wife was living with her husband’s parents. They had evacuated from the town of Okuma in Futaba county with their ten year old son and 10 month old daughter. Her husband must live separately at his workplace’s employ dormitory.
I gave them the standard explanation of our services and then took a drink of barley tea as Mrs. “S” began to speak.
“The other day we were able to go back and see our house for the first time.”
“Really, you were able to go, huh.” I said.
“Yeah. We went but all of the windows were smashed out and our electronics and appliances had been stolen.”
“It was a new house built 6 months ago. When we evacuated the most we were able to take was my son’s video game system. But...the refrigerator, clothes washer, television, computer, everything...”
I was speechless.
“The minivan that we bought 2 years ago was swept away in the tsunami so we are getting by with a used car that we bought.”
“Oh my, really,” is all I could say.
“Our home was one of many homes in a new development. Most of the surrounding homes had their windows smashed out, it was a mess,”said Mr. “S”.
The wife then said,“Because we are living with relatives and not in a rented property we cannot apply for the 6 appliance relief set that the Red Cross is offering. But if we were able to find an apartment to rent we would have nothing so your assistance would be extremely helpful.”
The 10 month old girl stared at me the whole time smiling.
The 10 year old boy sat expressionless with his chin in his hands.
Again, I was speechless.
“A bicycle... can you ride a bike?” I abruptly asked the boy. His face immediately lit up.
“Yeah, yeah I can ride!!”He brightened up and leaned forward.
“He loves riding bikes. His was sitting in front of our house... But since it had been sitting outside all that time it was covered in rust and we were not able to bring it back with us,” said his mother.
I said to him, “We have a boy’s bicycle here if you would like to take it home with you.” He grinned from ear to ear.
He leaned over to his mother and said in a hardly audible voice, “Really? They will even give us a bicycle?”
“Yes. Everyone is helping us,” she replied to him.
From then on he just started at me in amazement like I was something from outer space.
I am sure that there are many reasons.
But I just want to say to those thieves, “Why?”
What about the police investigation? Were they not able to do anything?
What about the media, isn’t this a big issue? Or maybe they all forgot?
Is the radioactive beef problem a more sensational story?
Or are the radiation levels bigger news?
I don’t know.
This is my prayer.
That the 10 year old boy will make many friends in his new school, that he will enjoy riding his bicycle and when he becomes sad and cries that he will be able to have a good night sleep. No matter what problem or sorrow there is, I pray that he meets Jesus who can give him the strength to overcome all things.