We have a good life...
The past week or so I have been doing some in depth reading and study on the Holocaust. The reason is because I am working on a short story about my friend Zina. She was a Holocaust survivor and a good friend of mine who I met when I was in the hospital at Cedar Sinai in Beverly Hills in 2005. She was an older Jewish woman who was one of the most amazing people I have ever met. She had told me how she rode in a cattle car to Siberia during the war and she gave birth in a run down building and the baby died. (lots of stories!) But the main thing is that in my research and reading personal stories of Holocaust survivors I am like so blessed and thankful that I have an easy life in comparison. We have so much to be thankful for here in the United States. I can go to church on Sunday, I can study any religion, and I don't really have to worry about being shipped out and gassed in a GASVAGEN. (retro fitted ambulances that were used to gas people in German-horror.) I once dat