An Introduction

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The year is 1939. The place is Prague, Czechoslovakia. The reality is horrible fear. Jewish parents must decide if they should send their children away. They know that the Germans have "conquered" most of the country. The Germans are so mighty that they didn't fire a single bullet. They control the streets. They steal from the grocers and harass the neighbors. None of this seems important now though. The only thing that counts is my Moshele, my nine year old freckled Moshele.

My husband and I stare at each other intensely.

"No, he's my son. I love him more than I've ever loved anybody. I'd sooner die than let him go."

"But, who knows what's going to happen if we don't send him. They might get us and him. I don't want my son to die. I love him too."

"David, I just don't know. It hurts so much."

"I know honey. I know."

Imagine the anguish of the parents. Niki Winton had offered them a chance to send their children out of the hell-hole called Czechoslovakia. But, if they took Winton up up on his offer they had to, well, send their children away.

Could you do this?

Imagine putting your ten year old on a train alone, not knowing if you'd ever see him again. Imagine staring at your son through the train window. Your little boy sits down. You don't see him anymore. The train slowly moves away. It picks up speed. Soon, you don't see it anymore. You'll never see it again. You'll never see your son again. You don't know it. But, you've just saved his life. Jewish tradition teaches that if you save one life, you've saved a whole world.

A World of Goodness:

Nicholas (Niki) Winton was a twenty nine year old English stockbroker, in 1938. At a time when million of people across the globe didn't know where they were going to get their next meal from, Niki had a good job. He was single and could enjoy the good life. An avid sportsman, he was looking forward to going skiing.

But then something happened that would change the world. Niki's friend invited him to come and visit Prague. His friend, a British embassy employee said something like, "Don't go skiing. Come and visit me. I want you to see what's going on here.

In Prague, Winton visited a refugee camp. Imagine the scene. (To be continued.)