Yom HaShoah 5777. Although I remember my Zeidy every day, today is extra special. Like other survivors, he endured hell, and that is an absolute understatement. What I want to focus on is something that is even more special to me; the special connection I have with him. Before the war, he played for Bar Kochba Munich's (professional soccer team in Munich) youth squad, before the Nazis banned them from playing. After much research, I discovered that he was player #19. Throughout my high school and #NCAA soccer career at #MaimonidesSchool and #YeshivaUniversity, I wore #19. Every time I took the pitch, I was reminded of him. I was a living symbol that not even the Nazi's could take away the Jewish sporting spirit. We both played for teams named after great Jewish Patriots. Salo, my Zeidy (2nd from right) on Bar Kochba, and myself, (2nd from left) on The #Maccabees. Although he didn't live long enough to see me play for #YeshivaAthletics, I always felt him on the pitch with me.
Thanks to the work of my father's cousin Anthony, the story of my Zayde is preserved on Blechner.com