If my grandfather didn’t leave alone from Poland before WWII this page would probably have been blank. For I would probably have been another victim of the Holocaust. My lovely family would have never existed as well. Yet I wonder if I would have been so bold to leave it all behind and go to another country with only the shirt on my back. This was a true act of guts but I guess when you feel like there’s nothing to lose it’s easier to leave it behind. Yet what happens when you have some of the comforts and material success but you know there’s something more you need to accomplish beyond this town or city would you be so brave to make this step? Leaving it’s not just about timing but the guts behind such a move.