I'm just finishing up Anne Frank's diary! It's soooo touching. How can anyone take away a life so full of emotions, so full of hopes and dreams? What right does anyone have to decide when and where someone lives or dies? It's always disturbing to hear about genocide in Sudan and other places but this gives a very personal point of view of someone in the midst of the situation, an extremely helpless one. It makes me feel very grateful for having what I have this day. Thank you God!