April 27 is Holocaust Remembrance Day in Canada.
My father was a war hero and a concentration camp intern. While still a teenager, he was a freedom fighter in the French Resistance. He was caught by the Nazis and sent to Buchenwald for two years. When he emerged at the end of the war, he was a broken and sick young man unable to talk. Yet, he did not give up. And, although he improved physically, he remained deeply emotionally injured. Being unable to talk easily, he took mime and acting classes in the hope that the arts would help him regain his speech. And it did. He became a fine actor.