Yom Hashoa (Holocaust Memorial Day)
I've told this story several times in the past, but it still gives me chills.
Was one of the American soldiers who liberated the concentration camps. In one of these camps, there was a little boy whose parents had both died.
He asked my uncle for his name.
"Henry," my uncle said.
"I'll never forget you," the little boy said, and hugged him.
Of course, Henry heard that a lot.
Flash forward a couple of decades later. My uncle is walking in NYC with his wife, and her sister, my Nana. He hears someone call his name.
"Henry!"
He turns around, and there is a man he doesn't recognize.
"I told you I would never forget you," the man says, and hugs him.
It was that little boy.
Never forget.
Was one of the American soldiers who liberated the concentration camps. In one of these camps, there was a little boy whose parents had both died.
He asked my uncle for his name.
"Henry," my uncle said.
"I'll never forget you," the little boy said, and hugged him.
Of course, Henry heard that a lot.
Flash forward a couple of decades later. My uncle is walking in NYC with his wife, and her sister, my Nana. He hears someone call his name.
"Henry!"
He turns around, and there is a man he doesn't recognize.
"I told you I would never forget you," the man says, and hugs him.
It was that little boy.
Never forget.