Today marks ten years since one of the most pivotal experiences of my entire life — the March of Remembrance and Hope Holocaust Study Trip to Germany and Poland.
Travelling on the trip with two Holocaust survivors and sixty young Canadians was transformative. My grandfather had practically dared me to go — thinking that it would shake my faith.
As I always say, this trip led me to wonder: if dehumanization is at the core of genocide, then what does it mean to humanize humanity? This question has guided the entire trajectory of my education, work, and leisure throughout the past decade.
I became consumed by the quest to find saints, heroes, martyrs, tzadikim — exemplars of living life in order, resisting dehumanizing ideologies of untruth, and adding more and more good deeds and light to the world.
It’s impossible to overstate the influence that this trip had in my life. It forged my character, instilled a sense of responsibility, and led to countless of my most precious relationships and reflections.
I am profoundly grateful for this program. There’s no substitute to sitting at the feet of survivors and hearing their testimonies, to walking with them hand and hand, and to singing and dancing with them. These are the great experiential treasures of my life.