6 million.

6 million lives were taken.

I'm seeing the faces, hearing the screams.

Imagining the horror.

All I can think is who is suffering right in my backyard?

I just watched "Schindler's List" for the first time.

The little girl in the red coat.

The precious boy hiding in the toilet.

The many faces staring back at you when a door is opened, a floor board lifted, a bed turned.

Oskar Schindler saved more than 1,200 Jews during the Holocaust,

and over 6,000 descendants grew from that number.

All he could say in the end was how he could've saved ONE more.

All he could say in the end was how he could've saved ten more if he sold his car or 2 more if he sold his gold pin.

But all that mattered was the "one" he did save. 

We sit in the wealth of our things, I fall right in the center of selfishness.

And all I can think is who is suffering right in my backyard?

The mother and child who were ripped apart from each other's embrace.

The husband and wife torn apart to be sent to different camps.

The long, quiet train rides sitting in the agony of their own thoughts.

The deep, dark unknown of human's worst fear.

Dehumanized in every imaginable way.

And yet ONE man did what he knew was right in the midst of every evil.

Women of true beauty, I know this is intense, the movie was intense.

I share this to pose the question, who is suffering in your backyard?

Are we fighting for those who suffer?

Oskar could've been just like any other soldier, killing the Jews at their every mistake. He could've listened to the voices around him and done what any other German was doing. But he found a way to stick to the right path and fought for lives, fought for justice, for the ONE life. I don't know what his beliefs or convictions were, but he was an example of how to truly fight for another.

All that mattered in the end was one more.

We will never do enough or save enough. We can always do more.

But are we trying?