I had coffee with my Dad yesterday morning at the Wealthy Street Bakery. Dad is somewhere in his mid 80s now. He grew up in the Netherlands during the occupation of WWII. He told me about a time he saw a woman running for her life away from gunfire that was opened up on her because she was outside past the 8:00PM curfew the Germans had imposed on his village. She was actually a nurse, and may have thought she could still be out about her business but she was mistaken. He thinks she may have made it away safely. My Father's family whent through extreme conditions during those years but they survived. He came to America in 1948 to begin a new life. I am so thankful for all his love and courage that not only set an example but built a foundation for the creation of my own family.