I admit it: I complain on a daily basis. At the very least, I know I fail to appreciate what I have the majority of the time. Then my dad told me about the Fukushima 50. Suddenly, everything came into perspective and my complaints didn't seem like things to complain about.
I cannot describe how much I fear for, yet admire, these (now presumably 279) workers who are knowingly risking their lives for the safety of their nation. Despite the obvious risks, it seems there was no doubt in their minds as what choice they would make when the time came. All the world can do is hope that their work is not in vain, and pray that someone is watching over them. I know that they'll be in my thoughts and prayers for some time.
it's all about me.
- say a little prayer.