…grade who was a death camp survivor from Poland. As a young girl she was separated from her family early on, they ended up in different camps and she never saw them again. She had tats on her wrists (iirc) with her prisoner number.

I couldn’t fathom the kind of emotional pain and anguish that you would experience as a father being so helpless having to watch your family taken from you and be subjected to the mindless horrors that went on in those death camps.

Looking at people today who can’t even handle the “emotional pain” inflicted on them when someone voices an opposing opinion or can’t handle professional feedback from a supervisor about their job performance is just embarrassing and shameful by comparison.