May 16, 1943
Two years. Two years since I lost my wife and newborn daughter. Two years since I was deported to the Warsaw Ghetto. Two years since I lost all my belongings. Two years is all it took for me to lose everything and everyone I have ever cared for. I think to myself, “What do I have to live for?” Since I have been thrown into this Ghetto I live day by day waiting to die. I have nothing to work for, no one to live for so why live? I’ve kept asking myself that question for two years, and finally it has been answered.
For most of my time living in the Ghetto I sat in a chair thinking about how my life could be different. All up until April 19, 1943. That day was the first day of the Warsaw Ghetto Uprising. The Germans were ready to deport us all and bring us to our death. Although, I along with many other Jews who weren't ready to die fought. We fought for the lives of ourselves and for the lives of our loved ones. The first day we were able to fight hard enough for the Germans to back off. Next came the flames. The Germans started to burn down the Ghetto. During this time many people got deported and many people died. The last attack was the poison gas.
Eight days ago on May 8, 1943 I found my answer to start living again. That day was the day the Germans released the poison gas through the camp. No one knew what to do. No one knew where to go. People were dropping like flies. Everyone was dying. Everyone still alive was to scared to think. Having nothing to live for accept my own lonely life, I wasn’t too scared to think. I thought quick and hard, until I got it! The sewers! The only safe place where we could stay alive was the sewers. I quickly started rounding people up and started moving them to the sewers. Only about 100 of us made it. The rest were left for dead. I wish sometimes I could’ve done more, but then I think about how I fought hard and how I alone was able to figure out how to save about 100 people.
1950
I’m now free from the Ghetto and the Holocaust has ended. I work as a fireman. I have found my reason to live. I live to save others. Some people call me an angel, but I just call myself a man with a big heart. I’ve ended up marrying one of the ladies I saved the day poison gas was released into the Ghetto. I had a great life before the the Holocaust. Once the Holocaust started, I spent my life dying inside. Once the Holocaust ended their came a new beginning and I started over as a happy man again. I’m sad for the lost of my gorgeous wife and my newborn daughter, but I am happy to have a new beginning.
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