Friday, November 7, 2008
How does he remember? It was something he breathed, lived and walked. Its not something that he interviewed somebody, it was real. It was his life. It was his part of hell, once you’ve reached hell it never goes away. It doesn’t just vanish, it stays in that part of your heart that was ate away. Some blocked out the pain, held it in. Wiesel over came the pain and used it to tell of the life he lived, of the cold bunk beds, the bread that left his stomach empty, the soup that made hearts cold, the deaths that overtook life. He was able to tell the stories of his friends that gave up, his father that kept him going. He told of his stories that how his father was his only reason to live, his only reason to fight, the reason to go on. Sometimes the only way to remember the good memories in life is to talk about the bad memories and get them out. If you don’t talk about pain it stays in you, maybe he was one of many who could tell his story, because pain wasn’t worth holding onto.
Survivor. That one word is why it is important to tell their story. They were part of history that brought hell on earth. Their stories need to be told, be heard, be read. History needs to be told, written. Opinion, we don’t feel like we could change the history, those survivors were there, they breathed ashes, ate death. We feel that history is history there’s no more to write. What’s written is written. We feel they are SURVIVORS.
McCool Group: Lindee, Andrea, Kyle, Brady