God Was My Armor

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God Was My Armor

I sit here my mind wandering back to a time I care not to think about, a time in Germany over six decades ago, while Hitler was in power. I came from a Jewish family, and therefore was placed in a concentration camp, and I still have nightmares about those camps, I can still not go to doctor without my heart jumping for fear I might be tortured, as the doctors who worked in the concentration camps did. I cannot hear…

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Faith is the strength by which a shattered world shall emerge in the light: Helen Keller http://www.facebook.com/fansofMichellerkidwell

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Faith is the strength by which a shattered world shall emerge in the light: Helen Keller http://www.facebook.com/fansofMichellerkidwell

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