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Last night, my wife and I went to a performance of Anne Frank. I have avoided the story most of my life; afraid to feel those feelings. The young daughter of a friend of ours was the understudy for the lead. It was the understudy performance so the opening for our friends. The kids were amazing. The production was almost unbearable. Unbearable in the way a tender heart is hard to manage. I'm a 67 years-old man and I cried until my eyes dried. I thought of Ukraine often during the performance. Normal, flawed people in horrendous psychological and physical conditions trying to stay human. And these monsters trying to destroy everything around them. The hardest thing about it was knowing the kids in the show on the stage in front of me, acting out the pain the evil in the world can spawn, may have to really live it.

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