The rain beating down on that hotel roof in a city in Germany
\non November 9th, 1958, felt to him like the tears of thousands
\nof jews on Kristallnacht, when homes and business were ransacked and destroyed.<\/p>\n
In his mind he could hear all the glass shattering as businesses
\nand homes were broken into by the Nazi Party\u2019s Sturmabteilung
\nand Schutzstaffel paramilitary forces. He imagined he could
\nhear the screams and the cries of confusion as the Nazis did their devil\u2019s work. <\/p>\n
He cried tears with the rain in remembrance of his mother, father,
\nsister and brother who died in the Auschwitz concentration camp not long after that.<\/p>\n
Later that day he toured Auschwitz in the rain, lingered there
\nand shed more tears over the beloved members of his family
\ngassed to death in the gas chambers. He wiped his eyes,
\nshook water off his yamaka, and prayed another Holocaust would never happen again.<\/p>\n
Bob Boyd <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The rain beating down on that hotel roof in a city in Germany on November 9th, 1958, felt to him like the tears of thousands of jews on Kristallnacht, when homes and business were ransacked and destroyed. In his mind he could hear all the glass shattering as businesses and homes were broken into by… Continue reading