My cousin's husband's parents both survived Auschwitz, although his father is now dead. The odd thing is that his mother and her sister both survived as well, but both came out with totally opposite beliefs. His mother is an extremely devout Jew, keeping Kosher, and going to synagogue as often as her health will allow (she's in her 90s now). The experience strengthened her faith. On the other hand, her sister, in her late 80s, came out of the camps as an atheist, and she constantly bickers with, and berates her sister for "wasting her time on a G-d that doesn't exist."
Mark
I, too, find myself doubting at certain times.
But at the bottom of my heart, I still believe.
Not as Ann Frank believed, in the goodness of man, but that somehow there is a G-D.