I have read numberous books on the Holocaust, visited the Holocaust Museum in DC, and even did a medical fellowship as a young doctor in a Jewish Hospital where I would occassionally care for Holocaust survivors with numbers crudely tattooed on their forearms. Already I obviously have great sympathy for the victums of the Holocaust, including children and grandchildren born after the war who had relatives who were victums, I have never been able to identify with the Jews who were in hiding or in the camps. Their experience is simply beyond my limited imagination. I could identify with the couple in A Small Light who chose to help their Jewish friends despite the risks (not that I claim to have that degree of courage) because they were such ordinary people who did not have to become involved in any way but they did anyway because it was the right thing to do. The point of the series for me is that we can all be 'a small light' even if we are not Raoul Wallenberg, the Swedish businessman and diplomat, who was in a position to save perhaps a 100,000 Jews from deportation and death. late in the war.