Lucky David

The Holocaust Survivor.

Here's a fact: I live in a boring ass town. There is nothing to do here except bowl and rollerskate. It's so dull, that the only time something exciting happens is when a quasi-celebrity happens to drop by.

Like Gallagher's brother. Or Pauly Shore.

Well, last month, we had a new visitor in town. A holocaust survivor. She was 10 years old when she was taken to Auschwitz. One of the stops on some book tour she was going through happened to be the Ivy Tech that's here in town. She planned on giving a lecture and doing a book signing

I'm not going to lie, I'm somewhat of a World War 2 fan. Some fascinating stuff went down during that little skirmish. I love getting a chance to hear about it from someone who actually lived through it.

However, seating for the lecture was limited

And it just so happened, I have a friend that goes to Ivy Tech. He promised he could get me in.



Now, the lecture itself was actually boring, but one thing she said stood out to me. She said "she had forgiven the Nazis."

When she said that, I kinda droned her out and harped on it. Had I been a Jew in a concentration camp and seen those Germans kill my family and friends, you bet your Jesus picking ass I would have held a grudge the rest of my life. Hell, the way I see it, people who forgive are people who are too pussy to get revenge.

It just didn't sit well with me. The fact that she let go of her anger. I had to do something to make her remember.

So, it came time for the book singing. I finally got up to her and set her book down in front of her.

I said, "I'd love to have your autograph."

She said sure and began to to wrote her name.

I stopped her.

I said, "No, I don't want your name."  I then pointed at her left forearm.

"I want your number."

It took 2 security guards to remove me, but before they did, I could see the hatred swell in her eyes.

Mission Accomplished.