I spent yesterday afternoon watching the Civic production Diary of Anne Frank…..
It got me thinking…
I can’t really imagine what it would have been like to live in hiding for two years…
I can’t really imagine what it would be like to dictate that your family not make any noise from 8 am to 6 pm every day….day in and day out….
I can’t really imagine the fear and the paranoia that would set in my mind if I had to live that way….
I can’t really imagine how it was to know that people were being gassed in the concentration camps…
I can’t really imagine what it must have been like for my Dad as a young boy to live amongst the war every day…
I can’t really imagine what courage it took for my Grandfather to help hide Jews in order to keep them safe…
I can’t really imagine what the moment would be like when they discover your hiding place…
I can’t really imagine the horror of the train ride or the separation of the men and woman and children or the mass graves…
I can’t really understand that era in history…
When I consider all I can’t imagine, I am thankful for the many many things I have been spared.
