I picture the young brothers trying to protect themselves from the cold of the journey. Surrounded by loneliness, their bodies told them they were shivering because of the cold, damp weather . . . I imagine something in their minds was making the temperature feel worse. Those brothers would make it out of Europe to the United States . . . my grandfather, Norbert Reinstein, survived the Holocaust, fear, journey, disease, loneliness, rejection, isolation and much more. He survived in part because he was strong and resilient . . . he was also fortunate that someone, somewhere helped him. I have privately and publicly thanked those people for saving him more times than I can count. I owe his life and mine to them . . . it got me thinking about the others that helped Jews in WWII. We all know of Schindler, the hero and martyr of “Schindler’s List” (or at least we all should) but there are others . . .
I just came across this article … take a second to read it and say a prayer for this special man wherever he might be . . . some where, someone ran towards him in the dark and he saved him/her/them when all hope was lost.
G-d bless you . . . B’H”.