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	<title>Comments on: Crossing the Sound</title>
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	<description>What associations do you have with waves?</description>
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		<title>By: levende</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 23 Feb 2007 09:40:30 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>A relative of mine, who was a little older than your mom, also had fear embodied in his memory because of that boat trip.

Escaping the pogroms, he and his family were hiding on one of the fishing boats, him being five years old. His strongest memory is that his mom had a syringe with sleeping medicine in, ready to inject into his arm in case he started to cry. That would save them all.
But it left him with a trauma that he carried with him: He couldn&#039;t bear hearing children cry. I remember this vividly from my childhood.

To me, his story has always reminded me how important it is to be gentle with each other, and to work towards not rolling over other people like a wave. It is crucial in a society based on decency that its inhabitants live with the conscience that others may carry personal pain with them.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>A relative of mine, who was a little older than your mom, also had fear embodied in his memory because of that boat trip.</p>
<p>Escaping the pogroms, he and his family were hiding on one of the fishing boats, him being five years old. His strongest memory is that his mom had a syringe with sleeping medicine in, ready to inject into his arm in case he started to cry. That would save them all.<br />
But it left him with a trauma that he carried with him: He couldn&#8217;t bear hearing children cry. I remember this vividly from my childhood.</p>
<p>To me, his story has always reminded me how important it is to be gentle with each other, and to work towards not rolling over other people like a wave. It is crucial in a society based on decency that its inhabitants live with the conscience that others may carry personal pain with them.</p>
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