The Memory BankEvery intersection, every corner, every door has a story, because the stories we tell, the stories we pass on bear witness to our lives. In 1987, my mother was in her senior year of high school when she walked into her school auditorium to listen to a guest speaker. Selene Bruk was a survivor who shared her story about the Holocaust. My mother sat in the front row, engaged in every word this captivating woman spoke with such passion, emotion and conviction. Ms. Bruk said that once the Holocaust ended, she wanted to put an end to her experiences, without thinking about them, talking about them or remembering them, but she couldn't, she felt compelled to share her story. Twenty-seven years later, this name, Sélène Bruk, and her story crossed my path while I was researching Holocaust survivors. This sort of intersection was not simply an accident or meaningless coincidence, but rather a tapestry of events that culminated in a larger plan, a plan for me to hear and learn from Ms. Bruk's experiences. There is no refuge from memories for this is the guardian of all things. Stories fill every space in your heart and...