As I got older I began to read and learn more about World War II, I would talk to my grandfather for hours on end about his days in the Navy. He was my hero and I had so much respect for him, I always told my grandfather that I wanted his medals. Today those medals hang in my "man cave" above my computer that I sit down at to write every night. Not a night goes by that I think about how he fought for what was right and was a part of the greatest generation. Many nights I sit back and think about how I would have never made it out of World War II as a diabetic.
This afternoon diabetes.co.uk posted this article about "Surviving the Holocaust" I read this article and could help but have chills. The story is amazing and I encourage everyone to read it. I can say that after reading that I don't know if I would have been able to survive through those circumstances