I finally got the courage this afternoon to finish the last 15 pages of this book... I had stopped reading at one point because I was scared. Scared of finally discovering something that always existed... the feelings almost like discovering a horrible monster in a closet. I felt uneasy and almost ignorant enough to not finish the book because I was scared of knowing the truth... Fear like love could move us in unimaginable ways. I don't want to discuss much about the book here… wouldn’t want to spoil it for you, but yes go on and get the book on Amazon and just read it. It’s easy for us nowadays to think that life is so great. It’s easy for us to forget those who suffered. It’s the easiest just to pretend not to know what happened, so we are uncontaminated and free. It’s hard to read about the past. It’s even harder to knit the past with our present beliefs. The hardest part is believing that we must read about the past to enrich and understand ourselves right now, and see what comes for us in the future. How many of us take the time to understand the past and cherish the precious present moment? It’s not about dwelling in the past, but instead it’s about acknowledging that it existed; to savor the events, and enjoying the little miracles in life, which many of us take for granted… when there was a time not too long ago that closing your eyes to sleep for two minutes with no food or water in the winter storm was considered a luxury.
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