When I was younger, I was afraid of telling people who I was. People knew I spoke Russian, but nobody knew my family was Jewish. I would occasionally hear anti-Semitic statements at school, and people saying horrible things about Jews and Israel in front of me without knowing I was Jewish. After hearing what others were …show more content…
Her story taught me to live life to the fullest and be true to myself, as she as a Jewish person couldn’t tell people her true identity. I am no longer afraid of admitting who I am and am not afraid of speaking up. If you knew me a couple years ago, I would not say anything and just step away when someone was bullied, but now I am different. I not only stand up for myself as a Jew, I also stand up for others when I see there is injustice. Thanks to my grandma, I respect everyone.
Babushka’s story taught me to appreciate everything I had. Compared to her I am privileged and can do everything I put my mind to. I can be anyone I dream to be. Whenever I struggle in dance, school, or anything else, I remind myself that I have it good. On my rough days, l can still be seen smiling because I am glad to be safe, loved, and can receive an education.
Over time, I became truly grateful for my grandma's wisdom. Not everyone can say they have a babushka that survived the Holocaust. Not everyone can say their babushka cares for them as much as mine does, or changed how they look upon the world. I can. Knowing, and understanding her experiences have made me a stronger and better person, and I thank her for that