In wee hours of morn, a panicked family tries to escape from home where violent flood waters engulf the entire subdivision. "Neighbors' distant, bloodcurdling screams bounce off the water's surface. What must my friends be going through? Suddenly a heavy weight plunges me further down, out of Andrew's arm hold. I am immediately under water. My hands touch a head ramming against my stomach...."During wee hours of morn, a panicked family tries to escape from home where violent flood waters engulf the entire subdivision. While struggling for their lives, the realization of how much they mean to each other dominates terror. "Our neighbors' distant, bloodcurdling screams bounce off the water's surface. Unable to help them, we act as if unaware. What must my friends be going through? Suddenly a heavy weight plunges me further down, out of Andrew's arm hold. I am immediately under water. My hands touch a head, ramming against my stomach. Trying to push it away, against the current, I feel the shoulder then the arms then the back; next, I become entangled with legs as it twirls! ....I continue to push and kick with all my strength. This drowned body is trying to drown me!"

Rare books in Rabbi Stadt's office reveal Jewish Holocaust truths not taught in schools, and thirty years later she lives to see it happen.Rare books in Rabbi Stadt's office reveal Jewish Holocaust truths not taught in schools, and thirty years later she lives to see it happen.Excerpt:As I was greatly intrigued by the facts of the Holocaust for so many years, I waited for weeks, hoping for the right opportunity to ask the Rabbi my question, which surely he could satisfy. On this hot summer morning, the bright sun shined through his tall office window as he stood in the warmth of the sun rays. With hands behind his back, he stared out at the meticulously maintained lawn."Rabbi Stadt, I have a question for you."He turned to look at me, "What is it?""Why did the Holocaust happen?"The Rabbi's demeanor changed, folding his arms at his chest and lifting his glasses to rub his nose where they had rested. Moments were passing like minutes as I patiently sat at my desk, waiting. . . .