Japan disaster.

I was in my office Friday afternoon. Everyone was well into his or her work for the huge showcase on Saturday morning. It was definitely a busy day in the office. Everyone sat typing or making phone calls, there wasn't even the usual banter in the halls you would normally hear. I--a very fastidious worker--was making sure everything was perfect with my presentation; I knew this presentation was crucial for me to get my promotion.

At 2:30 I went on my break hoping to facilitate my attempts to relax and decelerate my stress. I knew the perfect way to do this too, a walk in Sendai’s park, which always did me good on a tough day like this.  It was only two blocks down from my office and it was the most capacious and peaceful park I knew.

In about ten minutes I was there and just beginning my walk. My building where my office was, stood tall above the rest, it was still in view and waiting me to come back to work. I shuddered at the thought, I needed to relax, and so I turned my back on my work and walked down the stony path. In front of me there laid trees covered with beautiful flowers and leaves, skies of perfect azure, and a pond of crystal clear water. The weather seemed perfect, slightly too perfect, in the back of my mind something was telling me the perfectness wouldn’t last.

As I turned to see the perfect park some more I realized something, the pond. The pond that usually had a copious amount of little ducks swimming around peacefully was gone today.

I didn’t have much time to think about it though because just then, sudden shaking occurred right under me. I was knocked of balance and thrown onto the warm, sweet grass, which broke my fall. The shake wasn’t a small one, like that you could compare to something you’ve felt before, it was unreal, unless you were there. It was like you were riding a rodeo bull and it was tossing you around as hard as it could, the only difference was, that you couldn’t escape the nonstop, fitful shaking, it was as if you were tied to the back and couldn’t even succumb to falling.

Around me people were yelling, screaming, and crying for help. Sounds of destruction rang in my ears until it was the only thing audible. Children around me grappled their parents and cried, as parents fell to the ground holding them. I saw buildings fall, debris fall, and the big bridge near the park crash under and trap cars and people.

I felt so useless, lying on the grass safely while others run for their lives or live terrible fates.

Suddenly I heard a terrible snapping noise coming from behind me. As I turned to see where the noise was coming from, I was hit across my face by a heavy branch that came from a big tree. The branch had been extremely large in size and heavy also. There was a pang of pain going through my whole body and then I realized it wasn’t just my face that had been hit. Then, I noticed that my lips tasted like blood and when I looked down at the grass there was a pool of blood. Seeing my own blood made me dizzy or maybe it was because I got hit across my face, but as soon as I looked down everything darkened and all I heard was yells.

I woke up the next day in a hospital. There were many injured people in the hospital as well. Adept rescue teams brought in dozens a day. So many people were hurt, in the halls people cried for lost ones, and orphans were everywhere. On the first day I came the news was on the television in my room.

"Many are dead, injured, or missing,” Said the reporter. “These numbers are expected to rise. Japan is receiving helps from many countries. President Obama says he will help the most he can, he will deploy medics, food, and other, equipment to Japan. After an 8.9 magnitude earthquake and a 23 foot Tsunami hitting Japan, he Japanese people are fighting for survival and keeping hope close.”

 

The voice trailed off as I laid my head back and closed my eyes.

Pray for Japan