I was born in Brussels, Belgium in 1934. My parents were from Warsaw and my father made leather gloves. I was eight years old in summer 1942 when I was separated from my parents and younger sister and went into hiding. Over the next two years, I lived with strangers in six different places in Brussels. Thanks to these people, I had a rich life, a wonderful marriage, a loving family, children and grandchildren. I have learned how important it is to appreciate every moment of life, to have loving relationships and to respect and be compassionate to others no matter how different they may be.