On the Brink

The ship is sinking! The ship is sinking! All the people are running to their rooms to grab their belongings, they think they're going to survive this. The captain lied to us, there is no way this ship isn't going to sink; rumors spread that there is around 3 hours left till we go down, but I don't believe we have even that long. I am running with my family, my three boys and husband, they are shoving us on to the lifeboats, my boys and I; my husband is being pulled from my arms, I will not leave him. Our grasp is separated and the boat is already being lowered, if my boys and I survive this I will never be able to forgive the captain for his mistake; how could he not have known about the iceberg? My husband is being left to die on a "Titan Ship!" Captain Smith will never be forgiven in my eyes, nor through the few that will survive this tragedy. I look back to my boys and realize that William is missing; Captain Smith will never be forgiven. My son and husband are left to drowned or freeze in the icy hell of "The Titanic."

Speaking to Me

“Very few of us still prayed” (Wiesenthal pg. 80).

The pathos of this statement is spilling out of the quotations. I feel automatic sympathy for the ones who lost their faith throughout their journey in these horrible concentration camps. The loss of faith at this time can tear a person apart; this also makes the reader think of the old women who said that "God is on leave." All the Jews who stopped praying at that time must have thought that God has abandoned them; what else would someone think?