The last stop on our heritage journey to Poland two summers ago was to a small field an hour outside of Krakow with the unmarked graves of 800 children murdered by the Nazis for being Jewish. We visited many sites of atrocities during our trip, most notably the concentration camp Plaszow on the night of Tisha B'av, infamously featured in Schindler’s List and Tisha B’Av day at Auschwitz. Yet, the unmarked graves of 800 children were chosen as our last memory for an important reason that applies to each and every one of us.

Where have you lived during your life? Have you wished at times you were someplace else or do you embrace the place where you are? Have you ever found that at first you did not understand why you ended up somewhere, but over time realized that it was meant to be?