My home phone rang at 4 am. Unusual.
My cell rang. It was my dad. This couldn’t be good news.
“There’s been an earthquake.”
He was calling to tell me about Japan and the tsunami headed for the US West Coast. Later that day when I told someone how he’d called, they chuckled. Los Angeles wasn’t damaged, but in the early hours of disaster, no one knows. On 9/11, I received several phone calls from concerned friends even though I was safe in Virginia. In those early hours of uncertainty, somewhere between shock and panic, you make the call. No one knows.
In those early hours, the images of disaster are surreal. Cars tumbling like bath toys, homes transformed into floating torches, and unidentifiable debris in inky water all combine to make a wretched, forceful soup. It’s horrific, and yet, anonymous. There are no faces and stories to narrate the event. Just cars, homes, debris. It’s difficult to grasp, and difficult to relate to.
It’s still early for Japan. We’re starting to get stories, but so many more will come. We’ll hear about rescues, losses, and families. The disaster will become more personal as we hear about thousands of smaller disasters.
Why I am talking about this at Scoutie Girl? Because at its core, DIY is a culture of caring.
Have you checked out the new contributor interviews? In them I see a common thread that SG readers share as well. We DIY because we care, in our own ways and for our own reasons.
There is a call to action to be made: What can we, as a community, do for the people that are in need?
Please use the comments section to brainstorm, and let’s find a unique and significant response to this tragedy.