Backbone is one of many words in our vocabulary in which we try to instill in ourselves and children.  It is a word which has several definitions but I must say my favorite words which synomically (did i just make a new word? lol) align with backbone are:  stability, fortitude, mental and physical strength, confidence, courage, persistance, strength of character and guts. 

Those people and things which hurt us will only make us stonger ~ backbone

People always say, "Time heals all wounds." 

I have found those words not to be accurate at all in my life. 

To me.....Time heals nothing, it is what you do in that time which matters the most.

Take the time to read the story below.  By the end of the story you will see it is so amazing how God works in our lives.  I do believe we all have an angel(s) and our special soul mate and how comforting it really is to be living and experiencing life with them.  I hope you enjoy the story.

A Girl with an Apple

 

August 1942. Piotrkow, Poland. The sky was gloomy that morning as we waited anxiously. All the men, women and children of Piotrkow's Jewish ghetto had  been herded into a square. Word had gotten around that we were being moved. My father had only recently died from typhus, which had run rampant through the crowded ghetto. My greatest fear was that our family would be separated.

 

"Whatever you do," Isidore, my eldest brother, whispered to me, "don't tell them your age. Say you're sixteen". I was tall for a boy of 11, so I could pull it off. That way I might be deemed valuable as a worker. An SS man approached me, boots clicking against the cobblestones. He looked me up and down, then asked my age. "Sixteen," I said. He directed me to the left, where my three brothers and other healthy young men already stood.

 

My mother was motioned to the right with the other  women, children, sick and elderly people. I whispered to Isidore, "Why?" He didn't answer. I ran to Mama's side and said I wanted to stay with her. "No," she said sternly. "Get away. Don't be a nuisance. Go with your  brothers." She had never spoken so harshly before. But I understood: She was protecting me. She loved  me so much that, just this once, she pretended not to. It was the last I ever saw of her.

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My brothers and I were transported in a cattle car to Germany. We arrived at the Buchenwald  concentration camp one night weeks later and were led into a crowded barrack. The next day, we were issued uniforms and identification numbers. "Don't call me Herman anymore." I said to my brothers. "Call me 94983."

 

I was put to work in the camp's crematorium, loading the dead into a hand-cranked elevator. I, too, felt dead. Hardened, I had become a number. Soon, my brothers and I were sent to Schlieben, one of Buchenwald 's sub-camps near Berlin . One morning I thought I heard my mother's voice Son, she said softly but clearly, I am sending you an angel. Then I woke up. Just a dream. A beautiful dream. But in this place there could be no angels. There was only work. And hunger. And fear.

 

A couple of days later, I was walking around the camp, around the barracks, near the barbed-wire fence where the guards could not easily see. I was alone. On the other side of the fence, I spotted someone: a young girl with light, almost luminous curls. She was half-hidden behind a birch tree. I glanced around to make sure no one saw me.  I called to her softly in German.

 

"Do you have something to eat?" She didn't understand. I inched closer to the fence and repeated question in Polish.  She stepped forward. I was thin and gaunt, with rags wrapped around my feet, but the girl looked unafraid. In her eyes, I saw life. She pulled an apple from her woolen jacket and threw it over the fence. I grabbed the fruit  and, as I started to run away, I heard her say faintly, "I'll see you tomorrow."

 

I returned to the same spot by the fence at the same time every day. She was always there with something for me to eat - a hunk of bread or, better yet, an apple. We didn't dare speak or linger. To be caught would mean death for us both. I didn't know anything about her just a kind farm girl except that she understood Polish. What was her name? Why was she risking her life for me? Hope was in such short supply, and this girl on the other side of the fence gave me some, as nourishing in its way as the bread and apples.

 

Nearly seven months later, my brothers and I were crammed into a coal car and shipped to Theresienstadt camp in Czechoslovakia .. "Don't return," I told the girl that day. "We're leaving." I turned toward the barracks and didn't look back, didn't even say good-bye to the girl whose name I'd never learned, the girl with the apples.

 

We were in Theresienstadt for three months. The war was winding down and Allied forces were closing in, yet my fate seemed sealed. On May 10, 1945 , I was scheduled to die in the gas chamber at 10:00 AM. In the quiet of dawn, I tried to prepare myself. So many times death seemed ready to claim me, but somehow I'd survived. Now, it was over. I thought of my parents. At least, I thought, we will be reunited.

 

At 8 A.M. there was a commotion. I heard shouts, and saw people running every which way through camp. I caught up with my brothers. Russian troops had liberated the camp! The gates swung open. Everyone was running, so I did too.

 

Amazingly, all of my brothers had survived; I'm not sure how. But I knew that the girl with the apples had been the key to my survival. In a place where evil seemed triumphant, one person's goodness had saved my life, had given me hope in a place where there was none. My mother had promised to send me an angel, and the angel had come.

 

Eventually I made my way to England where I was sponsored by a Jewish charity, put up in a hostel with other boys who had survived the Holocaust and trained in electronics. Then I came to America , where my brother Sam had already moved. I served in the U. S. Army during the Korean War, and returned to New York City after two years. By August 1957 I'd opened my own electronics repair shop. I was starting to settle in.

 

One day, my friend Sid who I knew from England called me. "I've got a date. She's got a Polish friend. Let's double date." A blind date? Nah, that wasn't for me. But Sid kept pestering me, and a few days later we headed up to the Bronx to pick up his date and her friend Roma. I had to admit, for a blind date this wasn't so bad. Roma was a nurse at a Bronx hospital. She was kind and smart. Beautiful, too, with swirling brown curls and green, almond-shaped eyes that sparkled with life.

 

The four of us drove out to Coney Island. Roma was easy to talk to, easy to be with. Turned out she was wary of blind dates too! We were both just doing our friends a favor. We took a stroll on the boardwalk, enjoying the salty Atlantic breeze, and then had dinner by the shore. I couldn't remember having a better time.

 

We piled back into Sid's car, Roma and I sharing the backseat. As European Jews who had survived the war, we were aware that much had been left unsaid between us. She broached the subject, "Where were you," she asked softly, "during the war?" "The camps," I said, the terrible memories still vivid, the irreparable loss. I had tried to forget. But you can never forget.

 

She nodded. "My family was hiding on a farm in Germany, not far from Berlin ," she told me. "My father knew a priest, and he got us Aryan papers." I imagined how she must have suffered too, fear, a constant companion. And yet here we were, both survivors, in a new world.

 

"There was a camp next to the farm." Roma continued. "I saw a boy there and I would throw him apples every day."

 

What an amazing coincidence that she had helped some other boy. "What did he look like? I asked. He was tall, Skinny, and Hungry. I must have seen him every day for six months." My heart was racing. I couldn't believe it. This couldn't be. "Did he tell you one day not to come back because he was leaving Schlieben?" Roma looked at me in amazement. "Yes," That was me! " I was ready to burst with joy and awe, flooded with emotions. I couldn't believe it. My angel.

 

"I'm not letting you go." I said to Roma. And in the back of the car on that blind date, I proposed to her. I didn't want to wait. "You're crazy!" she said. But she invited me to meet her parents for Shabbat dinner the following week. There was so much I looked forward to learning about Roma, but the most important things I always knew: her steadfastness, her goodness. For many months, in the worst of circumstances, she had come to the fence and given me hope. Now that I'd found her again, I could never let her go.

 

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That day, she said yes. And I kept my word. After nearly 50 years of marriage, two children and three grandchildren I have never let her go.

 

Herman Rosenblat Miami Beach, Florida

 

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This is a true story and you can find out more by Googling Herman Rosenblat as he was bar mitzvahed at age 75. This story is being made into a movie called The Fence.

 

 

inspire.....THE THINGS THAT MAKE YOU FEEL, THINK, LAUGH, TRY SOMETHING NEW

renew.....TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF, UNWIND, INDULGE, REST, SPIRITUAL HEALING

nest.....THE PLACE WHERE LIFE HAPPENS, HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS, PEACE

reconnect.....THE PEOPLE IN OUR LIVES, QUALITY TIME, GIVE IT

Snowflakes are one of natures most fragile things, but just look at what they can do when they stick together.

vesta kelley

Have you ever known someone who constantly complains, judges others and/or loathes in their own self-righteousness?  Well.....I have known and met a few of these folks throughout my little journey and oddly enough, I am very thankful for these encounters. 

 My hope for everyone is that we can and will empower ourselves and others with favorable, heart-felt, encouraging, forgiving, hopeful, promising, appreciative, approving, soulful loving ATTITUDES.  Pass this message onto others as it can be our way of trying to change society in a positive manner. ~Jameylee

The longer I live, the more I realize the impact of attitude on life.  Attitude, to me, is more important than education, than money, than circumstances, than failures, than success, than what other people think or say or do.  It is more important than appearance, giftedness, or skill.  It will make or break a company...a church...a home.  The remarkable thing is we have a choice every day regarding the attitude we embrace for that day.  We cannot change our past...we cannot change the fact that people act in a certain way.  We cannot change the inevitable.  The only thing we can do is play on the one string we have, and that is our attitude....I am convinced that life is 10% what happens to me and 90% how I react to it.  And so it is with you....we are in charge of our ATTITUDES.  ~ Chuck Swindoll

"Hope...

             It's one of the greatest gifts we've been given;

             It carries no price tag, but its value is priceless;

             We cling to it when the future looks uncertain;

             We praise it when things turn out better than we could ever imagine;

             It is the cornerstone upon which ordinary people have accomplished    extraordinary things,

                               Hope endures.........."

Discover yourself.....and you will eventually find the light.

As you gain awareness of who you are, you will begin to see the light.  It might take days, months or most likely years to develop and discover your center.  But, the important piece of the puzzle is realizing that your center's core must be found in order for you to be authentic. Be patient my friend, be true to yourself and your beliefs through your journeys and sincere wisdom and accomplishments will come your way. 

Yes, you will have some set backs along the path but if you have visions of who you want to become you will learn from your setbacks.  I actually believe we are given set-backs so we can grow, mature and learn from our mistakes. When you learn from your set-backs, you will become a stronger, more confident and wiser soul. 

I have traveled down this path and it has been an incredible experience to find my center.  For this journey I have been blessed.

I hope for you that you will explore your soul.....discover yourself.....

                             and find the light.

We have all heard the sayings, Live - Love - Laugh.  I just thought I would post them because they are some of the words I try to live by.

LIVE like there is no tomorrow.

LOVE like never before and then some.

LAUGH like it just doesn't matter.

Don't worry about the cruel people in your past;

There's a reason they didn't make it in your future.