My Tears are Rewarded with Sushi

I finally made it to the Museum of Tolerance. It has been a goal of mine for many years because the museum had banned my middle school on the year I was suppose to go. Apparently, some children were insensitive to the content of the material, but I digress.

I have always known that going to the Museum of Tolerance would break my heart, and that I would probably be extremely touched. I am deeply touched. I was moved to tears, and my heart is always going to be a little bit heavier after today. I realize that there is a lot of problems in the world, and that there is no way for it to be fully solved anytime soon, but my heart still hopes. I still want to know about it because the first step of solving anything is realizing the problem.

When we first entered the parking structure of the museum, I was shocked by how tight the security was. I had to show my driver's license, and even open up my trunk. That became understandable as I could see the hate posters all around the neighborhoods near by. I was extremely shocked to see the protests toward the museum. I had thought that we were more tolerant as a whole, at least at this time and age.

How my heart broke as I went through the tour that have you go through Germany during the rise of Hitler. In the beginning of the tour, they give you a card of a child. You are then to follow the life of the child to the very end. (My child died in the gas chamber at the young age of 12.) How my heart ache as I heard stories about babies being thrown out the windows of hospitals, and the tragic fate of many Jewish lives. I couldn't stop the tears as I listened to a survivor tell me about the last time to spoke to her father and brother. I could only imagine how much it would hurt if I was in that survivor's shoes. I have a father and a brother that I love to pieces. I could never imagine being torn from them.

I left the museum in such a dark funk. It hurts to know that we humans can treat each other so harshly. The survivor said one line that I will always remember. She said that instead of learning from the mistakes of the Jewish Genocide, people just learned how to do it better. How sad is the world we live in?

The traffic home further my funk, but my dear friends rewarded me with sushi. I have been craving it for months, and that plate of sashimi was... oh-so-gooood.

I had a wonderful experience, and I am glad to have gone. I will just have to find a way to make the world a little bit better. I know I need to be more current on the world news. Even if it's a little hard to swallow sometimes.