As many of you know, M.L. Meier is one of our longest standing AWWYP contributors. Anyone who knows (and therefore, loves) her, realizes that her faith in the Lord runs deeper than any ocean on this earth. Here, she shares a TRUE story of survival during the Holocaust (I once called it “Hall of Cost” for a project in high school…turns out, my sixteen-year-old self hit the nail right on the head). Always have courage, and NEVER doubt the goodness that dwells in each of us human beings. With that said, here, is:
Her mother held her close, stroking her blonde tresses and looked into her blue eyes.
“Come back to me my fair Sarah.”
A starving, hopeless hunger filled each heart within the ghetto.
Sarah’s tiny frame slid through a small opening of the wall, where she blended into the busy street. Once in the store, she embraced her loaf of bread.
A woman suddenly shouted out, “Who is this girl?”
The merchant responded.
“I know her! Her mother is ill. Leave her alone!”
…and Sarah escaped without thanking the merchant whom she did not know.