Considering all that occurred under Hitler’s regime and the fact that my ancestors are from Germany, I like to think I would have done my part to prevent the Jews from being slaughtered. I like to think that I would have protected their innocent lives and not brought them any harm. I like to think that I would have provided means of escape for those who didn’t deserve the torture they were enduring. I like to think. As I reflect on our nation’s remembrance of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., I like to think that I would have been one of the white people who walked beside the black man that August afternoon in our nation’s capital. I like to think that I would have held a sign that begged the mistreatment of the negro community to end. I like to think that I would have allowed people of any skin color to dine in my restaurant if I had owned one. I like to think. When I think about my Savior, Jesus Christ, and all he endured on his 33-year stint on this earth, I like to think I would have been one of his followers. I like to think that I would have dropped my nets and followed after him, no questions asked. I like to think that I would have been with him until the death never denying that I’d dined with him. I like to think. But, I’ll never know what I would have done under those circumstances and in those days. Sure, those three scenarios have moved me in ways I didn’t know was possible as I watch footage and read the Bible, but then? What would I have done then? I like to think that I would have done something good, something inspiring, something to spare lives, something to salvage the hopes and dreams of many. I like to think that the little girl my parents raised, that the woman I’ve become would have remained steady during such times of opposition and would have stuck to her guns because of the convictions that live deep within her. I like to think that who I am today is who I would have been then. I like to think.