Japan

Japan. Yes it is also a oriental country and they eat rice here too, but that is where the similarities end. I would say its more similar to England in many regards. Driving on the left side of the road, it gets confusing which way to look when crossing the street. Heat. The Japanese do not like to be cold. It feels so amazing to be truly warm from the inside out!!

Hiroshima. This is where I am. Hiroshima. The airport has a small town feeling to it. The city is small in the eyes of the Japanese, but tragically famous. Hopefully a town that most of the world knows.

I stood where in a flash, death and a vast field of nothingness engulfed a city. I saw the river to which people plunged to cool their melting flesh. I read the horrific stories of children only half consumed by the heat and the torturous hours that followed before death. I listened to a survivor tell his story of that nightmare day. I hugged a woman who has forgiven and is not bitter, but can not erase the horror she saw. Hiroshima...now determined to be known as a city of peace.

I asked “How do you forgive?” The response back....”Time”.