“… the March 11, 2011 9.0 earthquake, tsunami, and resulting nuclear disaster becomes an epic devastation …”
Today, in light of recent devastation in Asia, I am changing my weekly post order to reflect on what is happening in Japan. I lived in Tokyo for three months in 1990, and I grieve for the people there and their great losses. Sharing some of my experiences there …
Why I lived in Japan at age 16:
In 1989, I was 15 years old and 5’10” tall. In a combination of being at the right place at the right time, and being the right height, I was part of the ensemble of young women who gathered in Paris for Elite Model Management’s annual Look of the Year, a contest for a few dozen girls around the world to compete for modeling contracts with Elite.
As it turned out, I was selected for one of those contracts, and, during one of the many late-night parties that went on as part of the LOTY, I met Hiromi, the head of Elite Japan. She asked if I would consider going to Tokyo to model for them the next summer. I don’t remember much of the decision-making from those years, but I do remember boarding the plane for Japan. It’s not often a sixteen-year-old flies around the world for a summer on her own.
The first thing I remember in Japan was the measuring tape. They practically greeted me with it as I disembarked the plane. Actually, within the first ten minutes of being in the Elite office in Roppongi. Luckily, I passed, and soon after, a sweet college grad brought me to my apartment, in Roppongi, just steps from the Tokyo Tower.
The most memorable thing about Japan: the earthquakes. We had many that summer–the worst one being very small compared to the March 11 quake–but I will never forget my bed bouncing across the floor as I woke from the rumbling ground. Scary, even when they’re small.
The apartment was a standard issue “models apartment”—about three-hundred square feet, amazingly fitting three “bedrooms” and a miniscule bathroom. I shared the apartment with my roommate, Leslie Bibb, of movie fame now like Iron Man and Talladega Nights. She was also sixteen at the time. She happens to be in all of my photos … which seems funny now, but I suppose we were always together when we weren’t working.
That summer I learned so much—I could write a few books about it all. Shopping (in a non-English environment), transportation (in a bustling Tokyo all written in Japanese), cooking (on a two-burner stove), eating (foods that had no explanation for what they were)—the education was endless. And it all was gentle and kind to an American teenager just trying to figure out where the next go-see was.
Japan, from my 1990 summer experience, is a beautiful country full of hard-working and forward-thinking people who are kind and gracious.
Above all, the Japanese people taught me that despite our differences, we are the same. We share similar values: we love our children and our lands, the warmth of family, good foods and drinks, and the beauty of a stunning sunset.
Despite other differences, we are all of one world—one earth where nature vents her wrath, and we can’t know why. God has His reasons and His power, and in the thousands of heartbreaking images we can see from events like this, we are reminded of just how small and fragile we really are. But when we band together and help each other, we can be strong and rise up as one. And it is then that human beings can really sing.
Japan needs our help. She is our neighbor.
We don’t know what the future may bring, but we do know that when we help each other, we can be more of who and what we were created to be. We need to help.
Watch this Tsunami Footage by James MacWhyte from the first tsunami wave arriving in a town to complete decimation 6 minutes later. Unbelievable. We are so fragile.
Places to help:
The Red Cross: www.RedCross.org
World Vision: www.WorldVision.org
Do you have other links and ways to help Japan? (Leave a comment below– thanks!)