Friday, February 29, 2008
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Herman Rosenblat "what a story!"
August 1942. Piotrkow , Poland . The sky was gloomy that morning as we waited anxiously. All the men, women and children of Piotrkow's Jewish ghetto had been herded into a square. Word had gotten around that we were being moved. My father had only recently died from typhus, which had run rampant through the crowded ghetto. My greatest fear was that our family would be separated.
'Whatever you do,' Isidore, my eldest brother, whispered to me, 'don't tell them your age. Say you're sixteen'. I was tall for a boy of 11, so I could pull it off. That way I might be deemed valuable as a worker. An SS man approached me, boots clicking against the cobblestones. He looked me up and down, then asked my age. 'Sixteen,' I said. He directed me to the left, where my three brothers and other healthy young men already stood.
My mother was motioned to the right with the other women, children, sick and elderly people. I whispered to Isidore, 'Why?' He didn't answer. I ran to Mama's side and said I wanted to stay with her. 'No,' she said sternly. 'Get away. Don't be a nuisance. Go with your brothers.' She had never spoken so harshly before. But I understood: She was protecting me. She loved me so much that, just this once, she pretended not to. It was the last I ever saw of her.
My brothers and I were transported in a cattle car to Germany . We arrived at the Buchenwald concentration camp one night weeks later and were led into a crowded barrack. The next day, we were issued uniforms and identification numbers. 'Don't call me Herman anymore.' I said to my brothers. 'Call me 94983.'
I was put to work in the camp's crematorium, loading the dead into a hand-cranked elevator. I, too, felt dead. Hardened, I had become a number. Soon, my brothers and I were sent to Schlieben, one of Buchenwald's sub-camps near Berlin . One morning I thought I heard my mother's voice Son, she said softly but clearly, I am sending you an angel. Then I woke up. Just a dream. A beautiful dream. But in this place there could be no angels. There was only work. And hunger. And fear.
A couple of days later, I was walking around the camp, around the barracks, near the barbed-wire fence where the guards could not easily see. I was alone. On the other side of the fence, I spotted someone: a young girl with light, almost luminous curls. She was half-hidden behind a birch tree. I glanced around to make sure no one saw me. I called to her softly in German.
'Do you have something to eat?' She didn't understand. I inched closer to the fence and repeated question in Polish. She stepped forward. I was thin and gaunt, with rags wrapped around my feet, but the girl looked unafraid. In her eyes, I saw life. She pulled an apple from her woolen jacket and threw it over the fence. I grabbed the fruit and, as I started to run away, I heard her say faintly, 'I'll see you tomorrow.'
I returned to the same spot by the fence at the same time every day. She was always there with something for me to eat - a hunk of bread or, better yet, an apple. We didn't dare speak or linger. To be caught would mean death for us both. I didn't know anything about her just a kind farm girl except that she understood Polish. What was her name? Why was she risking her life for me? Hope was in such short supply, and this girl on the other side of the fence gave me some, as nourishing in its way as the bread and apples.
Nearly seven months later, my brothers and I were crammed into a coal car and shipped to Theresienstadt camp in Czechoslovakia.. 'Don't return,' I told the girl that day. 'We're leaving.' I turned toward the barracks and didn't look back, didn't even say good-bye to the girl whose name I'd never learned, the girl with the apples.
We were in Theresienstadt for three months. The war was winding down and Allied forces were closing in, yet my fate seemed sealed. On May 10, 1945, I was scheduled to die in the gas chamber at 10:00 AM. In the quiet of dawn, I tried to prepare myself. So many times death seemed ready to claim me, but somehow I'd survived. Now, it was over. I thought of my parents. At least, I thought, we will be reunited.
At 8 A.M. there was a commotion. I heard shouts, and saw people running every which way through camp. I caught up with my brothers. Russian troops had liberated the camp! The gates swung open. Everyone was running, so I did too.
Amazingly, all of my brothers had survived; I'm not sure how. But I knew that the girl with the apples had been the key to my survival. In a place where evil seemed triumphant, one person's goodness had saved my life, had given me hope in a place where there was none. My mother had promised to send me an angel, and the angel had come.
Eventually I made my way to England where I was sponsored by a Jewish charity, put up in a hostel with other boys who had survived the Holocaust and trained in electronics. Then I came to America , where my brother Sam had already moved. I served in the U. S. Army during the Korean War, and returned to New York City after two years. By August 1957 I'd opened my own electronics repair shop. I was starting to settle in.
One day, my friend Sid who I knew from England called me. 'I've got a date. She's got a Polish friend. Let's double date.' A blind date? Nah, that wasn't for me. But Sid kept pestering me, and a few days later we headed up to the Bronx to pick up his date and her friend Roma. I had to admit, for a blind date this wasn't so bad. Roma was a nurse at a Bronx hospital. She was kind and smart. Beautiful, too, with swirling brown curls and green, almond-shaped eyes that sparkled with life.
The four of us drove out to Coney Island . Roma was easy to talk to, easy to be with. Turned out she was wary of blind dates too! We were both just doing our friends a favor. We took a stroll on the boardwalk, enjoying the salty Atlantic breeze, and then had dinner by the shore. I couldn't remember having a better time.
We piled back into Sid's car, Roma and I sharing the backseat. As European Jews who had survived the war, we were aware that much had been left unsaid between us. She broached the subject, 'Where were you,' she asked softly, 'during the war?' 'The camps,' I said, the terrible memories still vivid, the irreparable loss. I had tried to forget. But you can never forget.
She nodded. 'My family was hiding on a farm in Germany , not far from Berlin ,' she told me. 'My father knew a priest, and he got us Aryan papers.' I imagined how she must have suffered too, fear, a constant companion. And yet here we were, both survivors, in a new world.
'There was a camp next to the farm.' Roma continued. 'I saw a boy there and I would throw him apples every day.'
What an amazing coincidence that she had helped some other boy. 'What did he look like? I asked. He was tall, Skinny, and Hungry. I must have seen him every day for six months.' My heart was racing. I couldn't believe it. This couldn't be. 'Did he tell you one day not to come back because he was leaving Schlieben?' Roma looked at me in amazement 'Yes,' That was me! ' I was ready to burst with joy and awe, flooded with emotions. I couldn't believe it. My angel.
'I'm not letting you go.' I said to Roma. And in the back of the car on that blind date, I proposed to her. I didn't want to wait. 'You're crazy!' she said. But she invited me to meet her parents for Shabbat dinner the following week. There was so much I looked forward to learning about Roma, but the most important things I always knew: her steadfastness, her goodness. For many months, in the worst of circumstances, she had come to the fence and given me hope. Now that I'd found her again, I could never let her go.
That day, she said yes. And I kept my word. After nearly 50 years of marriage, two children and three grandchildren I have never let her go.
Herman Rosenblat Miami Beach , Florida
This is a true story and you can find out more by going to Google and searching for Herman Rosenblat as he was bar mitzvahed at age 75. This story is being made into a movie called The Fence.
IRISH BLONDE IN A CASINO
Gotta love the Scots'
At a recent U2 concert in Glasgow, Scotland, Bono, lead singer of the rock band U2 asked the audience for total quiet.
Then, in the silence, he started to slowly clap his hands, once every few seconds.
Holding the audience in total silence, he said into the microphone, 'Every time I clap my hands, a child in Africa dies.'
A voice with a broad Scottish accent from the front of the crowd pierced the quiet...
"'Well, foockin stop doin it then, ya evil foockin bastard!"
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Claim to make money
This guy claims he makes money, I would like to know if anyone has had any success with this.
What is 710?
What is a 710?
A few days ago I was having some work done at my local garage. A blonde came in and asked for a seven-hundred-ten. We all looked at each other and another customer asked, 'What is a seven-hundred-ten?'
She replied, 'You know, the little piece in the middle of the engine, I have lost it and need a new one..' She replied that she did not know exactly what it was, but this piece had always been there.
The mechanic gave her a piece of paper and a pen and asked her to draw what the piece looked like. She drew a circle and in the middle of it wrote 710. He then took her over to another car which had its hood up and asked 'is there a 710 on this car?'
She pointed and said, 'Of course, its right there.'
If you're not sure what a 710 see the picture
otherwise you can click on this link http://www.hotautoweb.com
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Obama defends his record on Israel
http://www.globes.co.il/serveen/globes/docview.asp?did=1000314451&fid=942
Go check it out.
What do you think?
Monday, February 25, 2008
Computer Help
Who can help me?
Last year I changed from version BRIDE v17.0 to WIFE v1.0, and I noticed that the program after some time began with a few unexpected processes of sub-routines, which was then discharged over a hidden program called SON v1.0, it took a lot of space and significant resources, apart from that also took a lot hard drive. In the readme.txt explanatory program is not any mention oh phenomenon.
Moreover, self WIFE v1.0 installs as a resident in the RAM and is released at the beginning of any implementation, monitoring all activities of the system.
Applications like BEERWITHCOMRADES v10.3, NIGHTWITHFRIENDS v2.5, BROWSEOTHERGIRLS v305,8 or FOOTBALLFROMSUNDAY v5.0, no longer work and the system locks up every time I try to execute them.
Occasionally launching a hidden computer program (Trojan Do?) called MOTHER´S WIFE v1.0 appearing closing several ports connections, and gets hung the system, or that WIFE v1.0 behave in a manner totally unpredictable, for example, failing to meet any command you enter.
Nor have I managed to uninstall this resident. Apparently, I can not achieve keep WIFE v1.0 minimized, running one of my favorite applications.
I have also noticed that since I installed WIFE v1.0 there are all these popups which keep showing up all over CREDITCARD 24.0 some of them but not all are: MANICURE v4, PEDICURE v5, GAININGWEIGHT v3.8 UNCONTROLLABLESHOPPINGATROSS v7.2 SHORTHAIRCUTS v5.9 and IMTOOTIREDTONIGHT v 69 keep interfering with anything I try and do.
I am thinking about going back to the previous program BRIDE v17.0, but the uninstall does not work for me. I could really use your help?
Thanks,
A technician of the company ANSWERSFORIDIOT.COM.HAHAHAIDIOT.COM told me the following:
This is a very common cause for complaint among users. It must, in most cases, an error basic concept. Many people pass on any version of BRIDE vX.0 to WIFE v1.0 with the idea that WIFE v1.0 is just a Utilities and Entertainment program. However, WIFE v1.0 is an OPERATING SYSTEM complete, designed to control the whole system.
It is highly unlikely that you can uninstall WIFE v1.0 and return to any version of BRIDE vX.0. There are hidden files on your system that would make BRIDE vX.0 emulate WIFE v1.0, so you will not get anything. It is impossible to remove, remove, or purge the program files once installed.
NOT can return to BRIDE vX.0 because WIFE v1.0, is self-installs turn in ROM, FlasBios, and FAT32.
The same happens with MOTHER´SWIFE v1.0, which is an application that installs hidden in RAM, while works WIFE v1.0
Some have tried the low-level formatting or low resolution and then install the software BRIDE Plus or WIFE v2.0, but end up with more problems than before, (Look in the manual section on "precautions" chapters "Applications Food and Payment Pensions "," Maintenance of Children"," Staying homeless ")...
Moreover, if changes do not try to BRIDE v8.0 then move on to WIFE v2.0 because the problems it causes this new operating system are the same or worse than those of WIFE v1.0. Although there are newer versions, WIFE v3.0 or v4.0, users are programs reserved for very advanced, high cost and are not advisable for the normal user.
If all fail, it is preferable to opt for systems based on platforms (in the market), as completely different CELIBACY v1.0 or GAY v5.3, but I would recommend to keep WIFE v1.0 and handle the situation as best as possible. Personally I have also installed to WIFE v1.0. This is a very sensitive to the commands and functions as "protected against failure." This means you. Must assume responsibility for any problems that occur Regardless of their cause, because the program always consider that any failure in the system is due to misuse by the user.
One of the best resources is the use of the command C: \ASKFORGIVENESS.EXE as a problem occurs or the system to crash. Avoid excessive use of the key "ESC".
Consider installing any additional software to improve the performance of WIFE v1.0. I recommend FLOWERS 5.0, JEWELS 2.3, or eventually, VACATIONTRAVEL 3.2. You can also use YESMYLOVE v8.0 or WHATYOUSAY v59.7. These programs are "Shareware" and "Shareware" depending on the circumstances, you can get almost anywhere and work very well as residents.
Never install BADGIRLS-UMMM 3.3, SENSUALSECRETARY 1.1 or GIRLFRIENDS 4.6. These programs do not operate under Wife 1.0 and is likely to cause irreversible damage to the operating system.
Great care must be taken with your own version of WIFE, and usage must be managed well, otherwise, a lot of instances of baby.exe will pop-up and overload your system resources. Another solution to this common error is, but this has not been approved by the company official policy, that implementation and good use of CONDOMS v1.0 in any of its versions (v1.01, v1.1... v867650.124), I hope that I work with the system WIFE
Another problem we have found on many systems is that if you try and use DIVORCE 7.2 after MISTRESS 5.7 you will have many complications with MONEY V 9.0 and once this happens, there's no turning back and it will not even help if you install the latest MONEY application.
One option we found that was able to assist some users that were having difficulty while running DIVORCE 7.2 was ATTORNEY 3.7 although it runs very quickly and normally hogs most of the resources, it was in the long run very helpful in solving the issue. However we must recommend that the higher the version of ATTORNEY you use, the better the results will be.
Good luck.
The Technical Service.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Making money while blogging
School and Tuition
The Rebbe’s Children: Does Anyone Care?
http://www.crownheights.info/index.php?itemid=6871
what do you think of this article and the comments?
