I finished Elie Wiesel's "Night" and it is a book whose impact won't leave me anytime soon. It made my heart just ache. If you haven't read it, it's about Elie Wiesel's time in the concentration camps. The entire book was full of things that made me stop and take pause, but a few things really made me think. One was when he told of their journey in an open-top train car for days on end with no food or water. He said they started with about 100 people. Only 12 got off alive. I reread that bit over and over -- that one sentence just struck me for some reason, and really made me take inventory of the things I am blessed with. I don't know how anyone got out of an ordeal like that without going mad.