So for my EWS 140 class, I was required to go to some kind of off campus event and write a reflection on my experiences. My group decided to go to the Museum of Tolerance in LA, which was cool with me since I've been there before. My group decided to go on Monday afternoon and that didn't work out so well with my schedule, so I invited my mom to go with me Monday morning. She got to Pomona around 10:30am just enough time for me to get out of class, get ready and go! When we finally got there, I forgot how big that museum really was, I mean, don't get me wrong, it wasn't the Getty or anything, but I remember it to be a little smaller that it actually was. As I started walking around the museum, I began to recollect ancient memories, of that May afternoon almost 5 years ago. I didn't realize how much I'd remember once I got there, but it took me back so much that I began reminiscing about how that whole day went down. Crazy right? Maybe not so much, considering everything. It's funny how it felt like so long ago was when I last went there, so long ago was my first visit, yet, thinking about, walking through the hall ways and seeing the same fixtures, chairs, "spots" so to speak, made everything feel like it was just yesterday. It came down to me even remembering what we were wearing, and the stars scribbled on my hand. Funny where life takes us after five long years..or is it, after just five years? Idunno you decide.
After walking around the museum and going through the Holocaust exhibit, my mom found out that there was a guest speaker on the 4th floor, so we went and checked it out. She was a Holocaust survivor, and her life was anything but ordinary. After her talk, I found myself tearing up due to my utter admiration for her and her life story. There really wasn't a dry eye in the whole room, she touched everyone with her moving stories. It was a good way to get my mind of other things that the museum was distracting me with. Things were definitely different the second time around.
"The only thing worth crying over is human life, because everything else, isn't important when it comes down to it. You can lose everything that is most valuable to you, but when you have lost a human life dear to you, it is the most sacred thng, most valuable thing to lose, it is the only thing worth crying for." - Agnis Kun, Holocaust survivor
Ironic, how a guest speaker can say something so powerful, and so meaningful...it encompasses these past five years.
After walking around the museum and going through the Holocaust exhibit, my mom found out that there was a guest speaker on the 4th floor, so we went and checked it out. She was a Holocaust survivor, and her life was anything but ordinary. After her talk, I found myself tearing up due to my utter admiration for her and her life story. There really wasn't a dry eye in the whole room, she touched everyone with her moving stories. It was a good way to get my mind of other things that the museum was distracting me with. Things were definitely different the second time around.
"The only thing worth crying over is human life, because everything else, isn't important when it comes down to it. You can lose everything that is most valuable to you, but when you have lost a human life dear to you, it is the most sacred thng, most valuable thing to lose, it is the only thing worth crying for." - Agnis Kun, Holocaust survivor
Ironic, how a guest speaker can say something so powerful, and so meaningful...it encompasses these past five years.
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