One thing I found astonishing was that when the transport she was on was liberated by the Russians, from the Germans, she was 10yrs old, and weighed 35 lbs. Her family were all infected with Typhus among other ailments such as lice and malnutrition, but they survived until freedom. Six weeks later, her father died from Typhus, but even today as she speaks at schools around the nation (possibly the world) her mother is alive at the ripe age of 97.5 years. Her brother who stayed with the men, and her father in the camps, lost his belief in a God, faith in humanity, and refused to bring a child into this world which had commited such attrocities. He is alive today, and doesn’t speak of those experiences.
 
  Marion admits that while she may not have endured as much or seen as much as her brother might have, they both experienced things most would consider horrible for a child to witness. Marion’s message remains that our generation is the last generation that will be able to hear first hand accounts of the attrocities of the Holocaust, and stresses the importance in our sharing this message with our generation and our children’s generation. The importance is that if it is forgotten, it is doomed to happen again in some form, but there is hope that if people remember such things as the Holocaust, Hiroshima, or even 9/11  people will do what it takes to not allow such man-made attrocities come to light again.
 As Marion would say, “be good to one another.”