As I moved up to middle school I started going to Shady Spring middle school. I ran track for the school, usually the two hundred meter race and I was also a part of a volunteer club. While volunteering we did a lot of different things, usually fundraisers to raise money for various causes and we often visited nursing homes to play games or have conversation with some of the residents. Within a few visits I eventually made a new friend, Francis. She lived in Greystone nursing homes. I was in eighth grade when I met her. She spoke quietly and she had a heavy accent which I found difficult to comprehend at times. One Sunday my group was visiting the residents so I decided to invite Francis to attend the church service they were having at the home and she told me that she would not go with me and wanted to stay home.
A few weekends later we visited the home again. Francis was among some of the residents that were eating lunch so I decided to sit and converse with her for a bit. As I did she began to inform me that she was Jewish -not Christian. I apologized and she proceeded to tell me about a sensitive chapter of her life. She said when she was young she lived in Germany, she told me stories about living in the country under Hitler’s control. She said that Hitler took over her home and her family and forced them to work for days with little food so she would eat the grass on