"Ever since I was one year old,I have always looked for my mother" More
ON THE TRAIN A MIRACLE HAPPENED
World War Two was in full swing, bombs falling, Jews dying. Poland totally destroyed. The war hit hard. Our home was gone. I was one year old when my mother died of starvation as she held my brother and me and cried, "Who will take care of my babies?" My brother and I with my father were barely alive. Hitler was on a rampage. Somehow we escaped the Nazi death camps. Death everywhere I looked. At the age of one I could smell death. Eating what we could find, we were a bag of bones. One step ahead of Hitler.
Escaping on an overfilled train with Jews running from the Nazis. On the train a miracle happened! A young woman in her mid 20's was standing next to us. She was withdrawn, in shock. Her sad face was overwhelming and pale, dressed in ripped clothing full of dirt. Hardly eaten in days. She was scared.
My father looked at her and put his arm around her to comfort her fears. They spoke a little. She was from the same town near Warsaw Poland as we were, but we did not know her. Her name was Sarah.
She spoke in Polish, telling my father a horrified story that thirteen of her family members were lined up next to her and shot. And then pushed into a mass grave. Somehow they missed killing her, she was also pushed into the grave of dead bodies. In all the confusion, she managed to crawl out and escape from the Nazis. My father told Sarah to stay with us and we all would help each other. They lived together for the rest of their lives.