During the tumultuous days of World War II, a young Japanese boy stood before a funeral pyre, his heart heavy with grief and his mind consumed with the weight of loss. He waited patiently for his turn to cremate his younger brother; his eyes fixed on the flames that danced before him. As the boy stood there, lost in his own thoughts, a guard approached him and asked for the body. The boy, his voice barely above a whisper, replied: “He is not heavy, he is my brother.” It was a simple statement, yet one that spoke volumes about the … Continue reading A giant soul