From William Grimm, Maryknoll priest and publisher of ucanews.com.
As I walked through what is left of Kirikiri, a flash of red caught my eye.
I looked more closely, and saw in the remains of a home’s foundation a toy fire truck.
I wonder if the child who used to go “Wooo—woo— kan, kan, kan, woo—woo—” while playing with it survived the tsunami that took away his home.
If he’s alive, I wonder if he misses his fire engine.
No matter how big a disaster is, it happens to one person at a time.