https://padlet.com/nichpott3404/nighttheme Taylor, Carson, Kevin, and Jonah en-us 2017-10-19 13:36:43 UTC 2025-11-17 12:00:12 UTC hello@padlet.com https://padlet-assets.s3.amazonaws.com/icons/Clouds.png nichpott3404 https://padlet.com/nichpott3404/nighttheme/wish/198662507 "Then, as if waking from a deep sleep, he slapped my father with such force that he fell down and then crawled back to place on all fours. I stood petrified. What happened to me? My father had just been struck, in front of me, i had not even blinked . I had watched and kept silent. " pg. 39

"Idek was on edge, he had trouble restraining himself. Suddenly, he exploded. The victim this time was my father. "you old loafer!" he started yelling. "Is this what you call working?" And he begun beating him with an iron bar. At first, my father simply doubled over under the blows, but then he seemed to break into two like an old tree struck by lightning. I had watched it all happening without moving. I kept silent." pg. 54 ]]> 2017-10-19 13:49:41 UTC https://padlet.com/nichpott3404/nighttheme/wish/198662507 nichpott3404 https://padlet.com/nichpott3404/nighttheme/wish/198666869 "What are You, my God? i thought angrily. How do you compare to this stricken mass gathered to affirm to you their faith, their defiance?" pg. 66
 "Blessed be God's name? Why, but why would I bless him? Every fiber in me rebelled" pg. 67]]> 2017-10-19 13:56:36 UTC https://padlet.com/nichpott3404/nighttheme/wish/198666869 nichpott3404 https://padlet.com/nichpott3404/nighttheme/wish/199047579 ""I can't go on... it's over..." We tried to raise his spirits but he wouldn't listen to anything we said. He just kept repeating that it was all over for him. That he could no longer fight, he had no more strength, no more faith. His eyes would suddenly go blank, leaving two gaping wounds, two wells of terror. He was not alone in having lost his faith during those days of selection. I knew a Rabbi, from a small town in Poland. He was old and bent, his lips constantly trembling. He was always praying, in Talmud, arguing with himself, asking and answering himself endless questions. One day, he said to me: "It's over. God is no longer with us." And as though he regretted having uttered such words so
coldly, so dryly, he added in his broken voice, "I know. No one
has the right to say things like that. I know that very well. Man is
too insignificant, too limited, to even try to comprehend God's
mysterious ways. But what can someone like myself do? I'm neither
a sage nor a just man. I am not a saint. I'm a simple creature of flesh and bone. I suffer hell in my soul and my flesh. I also have
eyes and I see what is being done here. Where is God's mercy?
Where's God? How can I believe, how can anyone believe in this
God of Mercy?"" pg 76-78]]> 2017-10-20 13:34:58 UTC https://padlet.com/nichpott3404/nighttheme/wish/199047579 https://padlet.com/nichpott3404/nighttheme/wish/199054237 ""Doctor," I stammered. "Doctor?" "What it is son?" I didn't have the courage to ask him. "Doctor, I'm thirsty..." He had water brought to me... He was smiling. He was ready to walk out, to see other patients." pg.79 ]]> 2017-10-20 13:47:43 UTC https://padlet.com/nichpott3404/nighttheme/wish/199054237 https://padlet.com/nichpott3404/nighttheme/wish/199059603 2017-10-20 13:58:26 UTC https://padlet.com/nichpott3404/nighttheme/wish/199059603