My father, Max Lewit, of blessed memory, was a Holocaust survivor who told his story to everyone and anyone who would listen, but sharing his memories with interested individuals wasn’t enough for him. In a world that wishes to deny that the Holocaust ever happened, my father yearned to document his own tragic and terrible experiences in writing so that the world would know the truth. His story defies the imagination. Spoken in his own words in its bare essence, his story is riveting. He survived pogroms, the Warsaw Ghetto uprising, the work camp adjacent to Treblinka, displaced persons camps after the war. and went on to build a strong and beautiful family in America and Israel. His story is a testament to faith and survival.