SIR NICHOLAS WINTON
Nicolas Winton chartered 3 trains to rescue children in Czechoslovakia from Hitler’s Nazis in 1938. The children were taken to England where he organized for numerous families to adopt them. He saved the lives of 669 children this way. And these children had children who had children, and today, there are 7,000 people who would otherwise not be. Nicholas hid his story until his wife discovered it in a scrap book in their attic 50 years after the event occurred. She gave his scrap book to the BBC who honored him by sharing his work with the world in a public broadcast. In this video, Mr. Winton sits in an audience not knowing that the program is about him. He sits unaware that the people who surrounded him are the very children whose lives he saved 50 years earlier. The people who surround him do not know who Nicolas Winton is. They never met the man who saved their lives until now. No more needs to be said.
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THE POWER OF ONE
Global warming, terrorism, global economic meltdowns, inflation, famine, social unrest, water shortages, earthquakes, tsunamis and breeches to nuclear reactors all attest to the fact that You are crucially needed. But you feel insignificant and hopeless and helpless. "I'm just one person. What can I do?" you ask. You can do a lot.
You can love and be loved…
A true story
The brand new Rabbi and his wife were newly assigned to their first congregation to reopen a Temple in suburban Brooklyn. They arrived in early February excited about their opportunities. When they saw their Temple, it was very run down and needed much work. They set a goal to have everything done in time to have their first service on Erev Purim. They worked hard, repairing aged pews, plastering walls, painting, etc, and on 8th of the Adar (February 17th) they were ahead of schedule and just about finished. On February 19 a terrible snowstorm hit the area and lasted for two days. On the 21st, the Rabbi went over to the Temple. His heart sank when he saw that the roof had leaked, causing a large area of plaster about 20 feet by 8 feet to fall off the front wall of the sanctuary just behind the pulpit, beginning about head high. The Rabbi cleaned up the mess on the floor, and not knowing what else to do but postpone the Erev Purim service, headed home.
On the way home, he noticed that a local business was having a flea market type sale for charity, so he stopped in. One of the items was a beautiful, handmade, ivory colored, crocheted tablecloth with exquisite work, fine colors and a Mogen David embroidered right in the center. It was just the right size to cover the hole in the front wall. He bought it and headed back to the Temple. By this time it had started to snow. An older woman running from the opposite direction was trying to catch the bus. She missed it. The Rabbi invited her to wait in the warm Temple for the next bus 45 minutes later. She sat in a pew and paid no attention to the Rabbi while he got a ladder, hangers, etc., to put up the tablecloth as a wall tapestry. The Rabbi could hardly believe ho beautiful it looked and it covered up the entire problem area.
Then the Rabbi noticed the woman walking down the center aisle. Her face was like a sheet. "Rabbi, "she asked, "where did you get that tablecloth?" The Rabbi explained. The woman asked him to check the lower right corner to see if the initials, EBG were crocheted into it there. They were. These were the initials of the woman, and she had made this tablecloth 35 years before, in Poland. The woman could hardly believe it as the Rabbi told how he had just gotten "The Tablecloth".
The woman explained that before the war she and her husband were well-
What a wonderful service they had on Erev Purim. The Temple was almost full. The Service was great. At the end of the service, the Rabbi and his wife greeted everyone at the door and many said that they would return. One older man, whom the Rabbi recognized from the neighborhood continued to sit in one of the pews and stare, and the Rabbi wondered why he wasn't leaving. The man asked him where he got the tablecloth on the front wall because it was identical to one that his wife had made years ago when they lived in Poland before the war and how could there be two tablecloths so much alike? He told the Rabbi how the Nazis came, how he forced his wife to flee for her safety and he was supposed to follow her, but he was arrested and put in a camp. He never saw his wife or his home again all the 35 years between.
The Rabbi asked him if he would allow him to take him for a little ride. They drove to Staten Island and to the same house where the Rabbi had taken the woman three days earlier. He helped the man climb the three flights of stairs to the woman's apartment, knocked on the door and he saw the greatest Erev Purim reunion he could ever imagine.
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It’s called love.