We visited the Anne Frank House today. For those of you who don’t know, this is the actual house where Anne Frank hid with her family during the Nazi occupation of Amsterdam in WWII. I was not prepared for the power of the exhibit. In school, I learned all about Anne Frank and the atrocities that the Nazi’s committed during WWII but that always was learned and taught with a sense of detachment. Here, we got to walk though the movable bookcase that hid the secret annex and see the actual diary that this courageous little girl wrote in with such amazing clarity and purpose. Walking through the exhibit, walking though here room, seeing the images on her bedroom wall brought a sense of realism to it that I nor many of those in my generation had ever felt before.
I cannot help to think that if all of us could show the courage, determination and spirit that she showed in the face of the terror around her, we would all be much better for it.
