Saturday, 28 April 2012

The Inspiring Story of Eva Olsson

Hate, she told us hate is a strong word, she told us we don't know the damage that hate can do. She lived through hate her whole life, but not once have said it. She was 19 years old when a man walked into the Town Square of Szatmar, Hungary and they were told they were going to go work in a brick factory. Her and her family all 17 of them walked 7 kilometers and were forced to be put in a boxcar. The car only contained 1 pail of water and 1 pail used for the toilet, for 110 people, for four days. they were taken to Auschwitz, an extended family of 17 along with the other 430, 000 jewish families. On the train Eva was approached by a prisioner which told her to give her niece to her mother, and survived, because women with children were executed right away. they arrived to a gate were guards of death were to decide if you had a nice body, if so, you were sent to the right, the others were sent to the left, he was evil because he got to choose who was to live and who was to die. "by the time I turned my head to the left , I couldn't see my mother, and for that moment I couldn't see my mom I had wished I was to hold her in my arms forever and never let her go and tell her I love her always. but for me it was to late. I hope for you it's not to late. do it while you can". Eva was selected to work as a worker in the barracks, she had to sleep sitting up in a small cubicle with 8 others. she sat there while she heard loud trucks driving by collecting 2000 prisioners per night, headed for the gas chambers. As a person she should never had felt the pain of getting used to the feeling of death - gas chambers, screaming, and the silences that came 20 minutes later. "My father was sent to butchenwald. he worked there for carrying heavy things 7 months later he died of starvation in that december of 1944. people die. people die of old age, people die of sicknesses. people die of accidents sometimes, and we are given the strength to deal with it. What I have not been able to deal with, 11 million people died and the cause of their death was hate". "racism is a learned attitude". "In every European countries that the Nazis has occupied were good people. Many of those good people were also murdered. Catholic Priests in Poland were hung for trying to help Jewish people. But something was missing in some of those countries and that was compassion. Had there been compassion in those nations I wouldn't be standing here. In Bulgaria and in Denmark they wouldn‟t allow the trains to leave. They prevented the Jewish people from being transported to the death camps. They protected the Jewish people. And why?They weren't going to be bystanders. Bystanders are as guilty as the perpetrators.” Eva was selceted a second time along with 2000 young people Eva and her sister Fradel were taken to Dusseldorf to unload ships, then later, to work with 500 others in a Krupp factory. "If we had healthy bodies we were blessed. We became slave labours". Bergen - Belsen was were Anne Frank died. 104, 000 died at Bergen - Belsen. There was no bunks, no chairs and all prisioners had to lie on the floor, that floor was covered in diarrhea and lice. They had no water, no food and everyone was sick. They took away the water and the food ratios to speed up the deaths. Eva fell ill withTyphoid. "how did people survive? I can only share with you how I survived. I didn't want to give up. never. never to give up. I kept hope alive, and I was responsible for my sister. she was three years younger and I had to take care of her. so I couldn't die. If I were to have died the nazis would have won". On April 15th 1945 at 11:00 the British and Canadians liberated Bergen-Belsen. They found Eva lying on the floor amongst the dead, and marked her forehead with a red cross She was taken out of the hut and disinfected prior to evacuating her to a hospital. In spite of massive efforts 13,944 inmates died after the camp was liberated. “It's not about the challenges we face. It's about how we deal with them: the choices that we make. Only together as a people can we make a difference, so that this generation will never experience the horrors… never shall a child die by the power of hate. I cannot change the past, nobody can, but the future lies in your hands. You need to ask yourselves what example will you leave behind for the generations that follow you. I cannot make those choices for you. They are Eva relocated to Sweden after her recovery. She married Rude Olsson and they immigrated to Canada in 1951, settling first in Montreal and later to Richmond Hill. “My husband was a Swede and a Christian, he was educated and I was not, but he understood that it‟s about being different and accepting being different. My husband had a short journey. He died at 37, the victim of a drunken driver. He showed me unconditional acceptance of another human being. It‟s not religion or education or colour or culture that makes us different. What makes us different is our attitude. Unconditional acceptance, and love. Pass this on. It‟s the only thing worth having. The things that you can buy depreciate in value very quickly… the way we treat other human beings, with respect and dignity, will never, ever depreciate in value. This is the only thing I have to bring into your school, and the only thing I have to give away. Pass it on.”

-Paige Carloni


This touched my heart so much, she came to my school and she was the most loving person I have ever meet, she told us about her mother and how she wasn't going to let go of her arm, but if she had held on she wouldn't have been her today. she told us she went back to the gas chamber the one her mother had died in, it was a way to forgive her past, she's a strong women with a lot of passion. She's one of my true hero's! <3
in someone else‟s life.”
yours. I can ask you however to not be a bystander, but to be one of those who make a difference

Friday, 13 April 2012

Just a Crush

If only for the slightest moment he would look into my big brown eyes and realize I like him...a lot. He's the type of guy who makes your heart want to jump out of your chest because it's beating a million times each minute that passes and makes you want to stop and stare. He's got that wisdom in his eyes and that strong pride and joy. He nearly lives a picture-perfect life. He achieves in school, he's a great athlete and has an icredibly huge, compassionate heart, just like his parents. I could just sit and dream about the day that he held my hand, we would laugh, and talk about everything, nothing in real signifience. Then again it's only just a crush. if only he undeerstood I was trying my very best to get his attention and talk to him every possible oppertunity I got and hope that he cared enough to answer back. It's something about being happy when you see him around or hearing his name pop up in a conversation or him saying a simple word like hey just because hes trying to be nice. It's that shiver down your back and those fluttering butterflies you get in your stomach when you talk to him as if everything is normal but you could never imagine him liking anyone ever so much. It's that stunning look he gives you with all those white bright teeth and those dark brown eyes that makes you want to melt right on the spot. He may never know how much I like him or how much I would do to protect him from being hurt, but for nowhe doesn't need to know. I will take small steps forward and hope for the best. I'd fallen for his long, small frame, his hair as dark as night, and how he may act so fancy. He's not just another cute face he hides in his cave living in his own little word with his mic and controller he sure knows what he's doing, if only for a while he stepped out and realized how much he's truly missing. I've known him for a long time now and there's still so much I want to know. He may never know how I feel right now about him, but it wouldn't be called a crush, if it didn't hurt!

- Paige Carloni

hii, this was written about a guy I played hockey with 4 years ago, I've known him ever since. I finally built up enough courage to tell my friends about him and they have been truly supportive and telling me to never give up on something or someone I love. Thank You!

Tuesday, 10 April 2012

Those eyes

those eyes are meant to show laughter, joy, sadness or weakness but it's how you hold your inner soul in those bright loving eyes. I'm the type to hold my inner soul so hard that it shows even behind my fake smile, when I hurt deep within I hurt through my eyes people always seem to notice but never have the care to ask. I notice when people take those hard hits to the heart and they need a hand they don't need to ask I just know. what a great friend would do would be giving them those looks that say "pick yourself up, dry your eyes, you'll make it past this part" that makes them feel like they could never love or trust such a person. I've got those big brown eyes that shine like a crystal clear ball they have so much emotion behind them and you know exactly how I'm feeling. I've got a great friend that has those light green eyes that hides a secret I may never know but I will never give up trying to figure it out because he knows thats not my style. everyone may search, they may seak but i always seem so eager to find the answer but maybe I have to slow down and it may come to me. I can see that little lie you use to try and pass by but I just except it for how they play there game because it will hurt them in the end. I take those eyes and connect them with how I deal with things through my point of life and help them make what i've excepienced easy to let go. I love eyes the way the eyelashes spring out like a jack in the box or how there covered in colours because your eye is the canvas and you are the atrist. just remember some may read you like a book and some may not know a single thing, but dont be afraid to use your eyes to help a friend up or let a tear drop here or there because they have the power to let you be free or to hide behind that smile.

- Paige Carloni

Yes, Reid one part was written for you :P

A beautiful melody

It's amazing how two totally different people can get something different from the same lyric, one person may think it spoke to them or that it connected to what there feeling or what they have experienced, the other person may think its something that made them stop and think about how they should live there lives and enjoy something even if it's only for a little moment. I truly think it's something more to the artist it's something that happened to them that made them wanna laugh, smile or cry but it gave them a reason to sing it and sing it with lots of emotion, i've always loved singing if it was in public or in the shower but it takes talent not to hit all the notes but to know how you should feel while your singing it. we can take any song and connect it with our lives because we wanna believe its true weather its d=for the best or the worst. I love my old style rock and roll the way it makes you wanna tap your toes or dance like a fool with you grandparents. yea, you might have been embaressed but hell have some fun they won't always be around. Yes, i love my country the beautiful twang to there voices makes you feel like you in the room with them and the guitar stums makes you feel like your right back on a farm. I love Rap, most people don't enjoy it, yes i understand that whole part but i love it the great vibe to it gets you pumped and help gives you that little jump start whenever your feeling down and it defiently gets you ready for that up coming hockey game. What comes to mind when i listen to an emotional song i think of someone sorting out there memories and creating something so beautiful to tell a story and helps us feel the pain that we have all felt before. I've always been a suck for those cheesy love songs but how could you not i'm not asking for some hero or prince charming but just thinking the person you will love for the rest of your lives is out there and you have no idea what your looking for or why? Sometimes in songs they leave those missing puzzle pieces that you have to search for yourself but it makes you wanna fill in the blanks but that the fun to not know exactly what they're trying to say. I've always loved reading lyrics over and over just to figure out what the artist is saying. Music will always be my life no matter if it's old songs, new songs or those slow songs. but, always remember to love the artists story they're trying to tell because we've all made the same mistakes and have to learn and enjoy that were growing. Just love hearing the beautiful voices that each person has and and enjoy those 3 minutes of happiness!

- Paige Carloni

i wrote this for the people i love and the people i enjoy listening to that talk about how artists are feeling different emotions and making it sounds so much sweeter i've always loved music because it can touch your hearts and make you feel like something different something more special. It can be easy to listen to a pumping up song but it can grab you and make you cry if its something that's happened in the past. never stop listening to those favorite tunes and connecting them with who you are because that what makes you you! :)