As a young Jewish boy in Budapest, I survived the Holocaust thanks to my mother’s extraordinary courage and resourcefulness. My father was killed in a Jewish work battalion, and we were forced into the ghetto, made to wear yellow stars, and faced severe restrictions. When deportations began, my mother saved us from concentration camps by convincing a guard to let us escape, and we survived in hiding with a kind Christian family. After the 1956 uprising, I escaped Hungary, arriving in America with just $10 and ten English words, eventually becoming a pioneer in computing, grateful to contribute to humanity after such darkness. Come to Portraits of Survival to learn more.