He then turned back to me, unclenched his fists. “You’re right Hana, I know it’s tough! God please give me the strength and power I shall need to control my temper. Help me find a way to use my strength for the safety of my family.” He paused, and then said. “I love you Hana, thank you for setting me right, your right I would had gone in blindly! Don’t worry sweetie, with The God and you on my side I could do this.” He smiled, and began looking around – seeing if he could others. He then turned away. I knew he was a man of his word. He began serving, as his God would expect of us. He helped others at getting down from the boxcar, an opportunity for him to put his strength to good work. My attention was pulled away, not by choice because a soldier ordered me to move on. I turned and headed over to the line that was being formed - all the Jews unloading from the train. had I to pure aside the fact that I was concerned about my husband - I was so proud of him, for not using of violence, in this particular matter. I knew just how tough this was on him.
