Good day readers, it’s Friday, May 24th, National Cooler Day, welcome to the blog. However, what I’m going to write about today was definitely not “cool”.
Now I’m done with my jokes.
Love is powerful. It can be as small as your mom making your lunch every school day since 1stgrade (shout out Jill Crump), or as big as your grandparents 50thwedding anniversary.
The reason I am focusing on love is due to its presence throughout our daily lives, even in a concentration camp like Dachau. I’m assuming at this moment that most readers are in complete disagreement with me, that Dachau is the definition of hate, horror, terror, almost any negative adjective available that could describe the nauseating events.
I am fortunate and privileged to have visited Dachau last year, to which I actually wrote a short analysis of my thoughts:
“I just experienced the most emptying event in my entire life. It is hard for me to comprehend and wrap my head around the events that occurred here some 80 years ago, as that is not that long ago. I sauntered the same paths that Nazi workers and prisoners walked. One thing that really shook me was walking through the gas chamber. The museum doesn’t have any signage inside the chamber, only after you walk through do you realize the horror that occurred in your footsteps.”
As you can see, I agree with y’all. I have witnessed the utter destruction of humans for the pleasure of others.
These thoughts for me were still valid this second time going through the camp. But, in the spirit of CR I challenged myself to change my mindset in how I approached the camp. I sought to find a glimmer hope somewhere throughout the camp. Here’s my discovery.
Humans are remarkable beings. Capable of complete destruction or extraordinary selflessness. This dichotomy shows the extremes of individuals capacity to do harm, but also the ability to love one another and give all they have, even when they have nothing. Two stories really exemplified this encounter.
Prisoners at the camps are severely malnourished and receive but scraps of mush to eat. Even so, there are stories of other prisoners giving others their small rations so they could ensure the survival of their peers.
Second, prisoners developed a system to ensure the survival of others when in roll-call and when working for 12 hours a day. Looks and signs would be given between the prisoners when weaker individuals needed assistance, so they wouldn’t be taken away and killed for being too frail.
While these stories could be looked at as simply small gestures and events, it is amazing to see how humans become selfless and love each other even when they have almost nothing left to give. While I don’t think I will ever be able to fully comprehend the treachery faced waking up in a concentration camp, one thing I think society can do progressively moving forward is to love one another. Each one of us has the ability to give something to someone else, regardless of how much we think we can’t, because your situation will never be worse compared to those who were recipients of human cruelty. Spread love, support one another, be selfless, and be a remarkable human being.
Also, here’s a person who has impacted me recently. This blog’s highlight: Kynnedi Rone.
Kynnedi fits with the theme of my blog today because she is one of those remarkable human beings. Facing adversity throughout her life, she is iron-willed and strong-minded. She isn’t afraid to tell you the truth, which is necessary at times for me, but the best quality she exemplifies is her reliability and trust. She is always willing to give her time to others who need it. People feel comfortable around her because of her empathetic listening skills, and that is something I think we can all learn from her.
That’s all for now.