After the longest winter in my personal memory I noticed an abundance of flowers and buds on the trees yesterday. It was a reminder that there are times in life when personal sorrow or misfortune can feel like there is no light at the end of the tunnel. It is not being a Pollyanna to believe that the pain and difficulties of loss will not completely evaporate, but the human spirit can cope with almost any tragedy. In my interviews through the years of Nazi camp survivors I was always inspired by their love of life and desire to live again despite the tragedies they had witnessed. Spring does not deny the length and hardship of winter, but it enables us to feel the warmth of the sun and the hope that things will get better.