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Auschwitz #34207: The Joe Rubinstein Story QUOTES

Auschwitz #34207: The Joe Rubinstein Story QUOTES

1 " I go there sometimes in my mind, to that cemetery in Radom, to pretend they're all laid to rest there, to tell them I have not forgotten them, to tell them that despite the death that separates us and the events that tore us apart, we have triumphed. We have triumphed because the love we shared, the light of their lives, survives- it survives in me and the love I have for Irene- it survives in our son and his wife Julie- and it survives in our three grandchildren. The love of our family will survive for generations. "

― Nancy Sprowell Geise , Auschwitz #34207: The Joe Rubinstein Story

2 " It’s hard to fathom that something as tangible as shoes could survive when the precious lives they held did not. "

― Nancy Sprowell Geise , Auschwitz #34207: The Joe Rubinstein Story

3 " Grandfather was right, wasn’t he? Because God loves us, he allowed even bad to happen, for without freedom, there is no life. Didn’t I learn that in the camps? "

― Nancy Sprowell Geise , Auschwitz #34207: The Joe Rubinstein Story

4 " I don't want to live forever. But as long as I'm alive, I'm going to love life, love my family, and love God. That's the way I am. "

― Nancy Sprowell Geise , Auschwitz #34207: The Joe Rubinstein Story

5 " within each of us are two opposing inclinations, one toward good and one toward evil, and that God bestowed on us one of the greatest gifts we could ever know—the freedom to choose. "

― Nancy Sprowell Geise , Auschwitz #34207: The Joe Rubinstein Story

6 " The boy has never returned to Poland. I never had a desire; there was nothing to go home to. My family was my home, and they were all gone. "

― Nancy Sprowell Geise , Auschwitz #34207: The Joe Rubinstein Story

7 " I tell them, the family whose faces I have not seen in decades, but they already know. Long ago they were pulled into the same gentle arms of the One who stayed with me while I was in the pit of death, weeping with me, healing me; the same arms that heard the prayers of a broken boy crying out for the dead he pushed in his cart; the same arms that were there, carrying each of them home. Our unfathomable grief is His, too. "

― Nancy Sprowell Geise , Auschwitz #34207: The Joe Rubinstein Story