His name is Yossi and he is just a normal person you run into during your day. He owns a printing shop and was doing a job for my organization. After a little while working on the project this morning, I asked him about his family and history and he told me his story. He was born in Israel, his parents both having fled Europe shortly before the Holocaust. Each of his parents had 8 or 9 siblings and he told me that at a wedding in the late 1930s, they counted over 100 members of the extended family. He also told me that all of them vanished, simply disappeared without a trace, victims of Hitler's rampage.
I'm writing this story because today is Yom Hashoa, Holocaust Rememberance Day. We must always remember what was done and do our best to ensure that it doesn't happen again. When I think that the world stood by as the Rwandan genocide took place in 1994, I am sickened. We must stamp out mass murder around the globe and not forget the meaning of the words "never again."
