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I deliberately avoid posting about politics on social media.  I’m not qualified to talk about climate change or global warming, or what impact humanity has upon the environment. I’ll leave that to the climatologists, meteorologists and scientists of the world. The city where I live in Japan has a good recycling program and I do my part. In this post, I’m not going to share my personal views on the topic of whether or not climate change is real. My opinions would be inappropriate and irrelevant.

What I do know, based on personal experience, is that on March 11, 2011, Mother Nature had her say, and had a lot to say, when she unleashed her fury upon the Eastern Tohoku region of Japan. I witnessed the fourth largest earthquake in recorded human history. I live thirty-six miles west of the site of one of the world’s largest nuclear meltdowns. I lived it. I was terrified by it. I am still haunted by it. I will probably never be free from the memory of it in some capacity.

The Earth doesn’t care how we feel about climate change. It does what it wants to do, when it wants to do it, and it doesn’t give a damn what we mere humans think of it. It makes the rules and we have to suffer the consequences; good or bad, instigated by us or not. We are at its mercy. It’s the price we pay to live on this wondrous ball of life rotating on its axis in space.

If you’re interested in knowing more about the events of March 11, 2011, and its impact on the environment and the people of southern Tohoku, from someone who was there, then I respectfully encourage you to read my book. It’s available through Amazon in most countries where Amazon operates. I recently decreased the price of the book rather significantly, but Amazon retains the right to fluctuate the pricing when necessary. Thank you for understanding. You can access the book directly through the link provided on the “My Books” page of this blog.  My humble thanks to all who have already purchased and read the book. Your kindness and consideration is truly appreciated and will not be forgotten.

On the 8th anniversary of the East Japan Earthquake and Nuclear Crisis, I respectfully ask you to remember all of the men, women and children who tragically lost their lives on that fateful day and the days that followed. I give thanks for the first responders and all those who donated their time and money to the relief efforts in the days, weeks and months after the disaster. But I ultimately thank the Lord for sparing my life that Friday afternoon in the late winter of 2011 at 2:46 p.m. (14:46).

Reconstruction in many of the stricken areas has progressed steadily since then and many homes, businesses and lives have been restored. Quite recently, an interchange on the expressway close to Sendai, and very close to the ocean, reopened to public vehicular traffic for the first time since the resulting tsunami struck and devastated the area. Recovery is happening, but more needs to be done.

The people who experienced it will never be the same. I am indeed one of them. Broken pieces can be picked up, but they can never be put back into their original place. Not every piece can be found. Something will always be different. Something, or someone, will always be missing.