The Jew and the German

who you trust

The world has gone through many stages in its existence. There have been troubling times and their have been happy times. The era of Nazi Germany has left marks on people till this day. For some it is the mark on their hand, for others a mark on their soul of all the family they have lost. Ever since then, the Jew and the German have walked on two separate paths. Rarely do you see an interaction, and when there is one, it is always very hesitant. There is a matter of trust strangers have with each other but for a Jew and a German there is no trust.

It would be very odd then to see two Jews helping two Germans. One could say the Jews were not aware of the others identity, however, that would end when the question of “where are you from?” came up. And it did. Although the Jew tried extra hard to cover up the emotion of distrust that ran across her face, it was felt. It is hard for one to not feel the hesitation between two sects of people. Would you blame the Jew?

They helped the Germans. They took the time to make sure they were going in the right direction and had all the information they needed, but why? Why would someone whose ancestors were brutally victimized even stop for a moment to help the people whose parents could have very well been the same people who tortured and killed six million people?

A Jew is someone who knows that everything is in the hands of God. That means the reward and punishment of man falls on God to decide. Were the Jews able to put aside their instinct of distrust and hate to help the Germans? They did it with a smile. They laughed, tried to make conversation, and even complimented the German. What would you call that if not trust? One would say that the Jews didn’t honor their identity and trusted the Germans but that would be false because a Jew in its blood knows that there is only trust in God. So the Jews were able to talk and laugh because they knew they were doing the right thing by helping two lost people, where those people came from was entirely in the hands of God.

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The wedding dress

It is hanging by the window so the sunlight reflects through the delicate fabric. When I open my eyes in the morning, I am faces with a beautiful white glow. It is insane that this is what will bring me to womanhood. The fabric is soft between my fingers. The lace intricate and delicate. Soft and beautiful. It is almost as if looking at an angel and knowing that every aspect is beyond words. The pearls that line the back marking the meeting of two bones are evenly spaced. The hand sown lace, the hours of time put into creating such a masterpiece alone, will have you awestruck. It faces me every morning. And every morning I am one day closer to being wrapped in pure innocence. At night it is as though a shadow of my figure hovers over my window, waiting patiently. The vail beside it sways in the air, not having enough wait to simply stay put. It is in a way dancing, almost as if it knows what is coming up.

One night of pure white. One night of holiness and love. One night dressed in elegance far beyond words can describe.

The excitement is here.

The dress is above my window, reflecting the sunlight God created, almost as though God, Himself, is shinning his light on me, giving me His approval.

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