Max Curtis |
I met a Holocaust Survivor many years ago named Max Curtis (formerly named Mordecai Kuritski) from Lithuania. He was a gentle and loving man with a warm and genuine smile and a hug that was PROOF that love existed. I remember the day, sitting at the banquet table having coffee and "nosh" after Shabbat service and he wrestled with his sleeve cuff while telling us that he had been in a concentration camp. My eyes averted, my heart screamed "I don't want to see this" but a voice spoke to me and said "You must see this, it happened" and that is when he showed us his numbered arm.
Of course I did not call him "Papa" at first. Though he was a kind, elderly gentleman and was of the age that he could have easily been my father (and nearly grandfather) I called him Max until one day...