it’s 12:32 am and i’m sitting on the top of a pretty small hill that
overlooks a town that got completely wiped away 3 weeks ago. we were
down there this evening looking at the beach with big matson
containers scattered along the shore looking like toy box cars. the
sirens are full blast telling everybody to evacuate and get to higher
ground. there are many people up here looking confused. i heard the
first small tsumami rolled through already. am i ready to go down the
hill? no way. not after i seen with my own eyes the damage from 3
weeks ago.
for me, it was weird. it was a big earthquake but i wasn’t scared.
maybe because i thought it was all a dream. and still do. the sirens
are still going off in the pitch dark. tomorrow, we planed to wake up
early and give aid to people in ishinomaki city where it got hit hard
on the last tsumami. will the plan change? i don’t know. if it’s up
to me, i’m still going. remember, there are still people there trying
to recover.
i’m tired, but wide awake. i’m scared, but ready to take action. i
want to go back to hawaii, but that’s not an option. i’m here for a
mission and ain’t leaving till i’m done.
i think we’re sleeping on the top of this hill tonight. goodnight..
