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I was fortunate to survive the Holocaust because of the courage of my mother. When the trucks came to collect the Jews from my neighborhood, she told me to jump off to save myself… I did. I lost my parents during the Holocaust and hid with a non-Jewish family who treated me as their servant. But I always held on to hope. Hope for family. Hope for love. Today, my hope is that my children and grandchildren never forget the sadness of the past, but always continue to dream of a brighter future. Sadly, there will always be evil in this world, but the strength of hope, family and love will always be more powerful.

 

Vari, Czechoslovakia

Olga [Szatmari] Satmary