Tomorrow is Yom HaShoah.

I wasn’t expecting to feel this way.

As I was scrolling through a post by Johnny Daniels, I stopped.

Slide after slide — Holocaust survivors, Righteous Among the Nations — each with a story, each with a life that demanded courage most of us cannot even begin to comprehend.

And something shifted in me.

Not just sadness. Not just remembrance. A kind of confrontation.

Because as I read, one question kept coming back to me: Where are those people today?

People like Adolfo Kaminsky — 18 years old, realizing he could save lives by removing ink from documents without leaving a trace. He didn’t just help. He acted.

Fourteen thousand lives.

At one point, 900 people depended on him — each needing multiple forged documents. Three days of nonstop work. And he knew: if he stopped for even one hour, 30 people would die.

He chose exhaustion over sleep — because for him, rest meant death for someone else.

And then there was Nicholas Winton — not Jewish — who saved hundreds of children simply because his conscience wouldn’t allow him to do otherwise.

And the farmers. The families — many of them not Jewish — who had almost nothing, and still chose to hide, to feed, to protect.

These were the Righteous Among the Nations — people like Nicholas Winton, Oskar Schindler, and so many others, known and unknown — who chose courage over comfort, and conscience over silence.

So I ask again: Where are those people today?

And I want to be clear — I know where they are.

They are here in Israel.

They are our sons and daughters, our brothers and sisters, our fathers and mothers, our........

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