When I
graduated from college at the age of twenty-one, I was fortunate enough to get
to go to Europe before starting up graduate school in the fall. When I was in
Munich, I realized that the Dachau concentration camp was a short train ride
away. On the train ride, I made small talk with another guy about my age. We
ended up together in the same tour group. The most vivid memory I have of that
day was standing in a room and looking up at a large picture on the wall. The
picture was of Jewish bodies stacked one on top of the other in that same room.
Exactly where I stood. I think that was the day I finally understood how
important being a Jew was to me. I don't think I grasped that concept on the
day of my Bar Mitzvah.
I became good friends with
that guy from the train. He was a young, Jewish kid from Montreal. My wife and
I went to Canada for his wedding. I mention this incident because I have always
thought how amazing it was to have something good come from something so
horrific. I went to Dachau and I left with a new friend. I love this story
because it always reminds me that good can be found in even the worst
situations. And that gives me hope.
By
Gregory Brenner
These
stories are brought to you by the Temple Emanuel RE-IMAGINE project, an 18-month
initiative sponsored by Hebrew Union College, devoted to re-thinking and
re-structuring our religious school.
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