Toward the end of World War II, my mother decided to flee
to Germany, where her parents were living.
Though I was only three years old, I can still remember this
time
of fear and hunger.
Along the way, the train stopped
occasionally to get supplies.
One night, during one of these stops,
my mother hurried out of the train to search for some food
for her four children.
I know with certainty,
her faith overcame her fear and her hope
overcame her despair.