Sharing the large living room couch with my brother and my father, I was getting settled into experiencing one of the most significant and important experiences of my young teenage years, and probably of my future. The television screen flashed and went black after the last commercials were finished, and the words that acted as the first prelude to my experience popped onto the screen, “This film is intended for mature audiences. Viewer discretion is advised.” The next thing I knew, the introduction of Steven Spielberg’s Academy Award winning masterpiece, Schindler’s List, began to play. Who would have thought that the next three hours, more than anything else in my existence, would have influenced my love and exponential interest in history