Thank You to a Silent Savior

His name was Nicholas Winton, a quiet Englishman who recently died at the age of 106.  He never got around to talking much about himself. Probably no one would have known had his wife not found the dusty scrapbook in their attic, and that didn’t happen until 1988. It was a faded record of names and pictures, a story from the Holocaust.

In 1938, Mr. Winton was a London stockbroker who for some unknown reason canceled a skiing vacation in Switzerland to go with a friend to help refugees in Czechoslovakia, which had just been annexed by Germany.  What he saw there was not at all what he expected.  Countless refugees were living in appalling conditions.  War looked inevitable and escape, hopeless.  Except that Britain had started a program called Kindertransport that allowed unaccompanied Jewish children to be admitted into the country so long as there was a host family for them.  But there was nothing like that in Czechoslovakia.  So Nicholas Winton started one.  He bribed, forged documents, secretly met with the Gestapo, and spent every penny he could beg, borrow, or take from his own bank account.  He met with desperate parents in his Prague hotel room, took pictures of the children, and sent them to his mother in England.  She pleaded in newspaper ads, and church and synagogue bulletins, for foster families and money.  Hundreds of families responded.

Hours before Hitler dismembered Czechoslovakia, the first 20 children left Prague on the first train.  Eight more trains were lined up to take the rest of the children.  Seven trains made it through. 669 children.  The last train, with the other 250 children, left on Sept. 1,1939.  It was the day Hitler invaded Poland. All borders closed, and Winton’s rescue ended.  That last train disappeared.  None of the children on it were ever seen again.

For fifty years, Nicholas Winton said nothing of the children.  Only when his wife found the scrapbook did he tell her he saw those little ones every night in his dreams.

“Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.”

~Martin Luther King, Jr.~

 

About kaystrom

Kay Marshall Strom, who am I? Well, I’m a traveler, a railer against social injustice, a passionate citizen of the world. I’m a follower of Jesus Christ. I’m a 21st century abolitionist who speaks out against slavery of all kinds. I am a beach walker and a gardener and the off-key singer of songs. I’m a wife, a mother, a sister, a daughter, a friend. Most people, though, know me as a writer and a speaker. So here is a bit more about that part of my life: Of my 43 published books, eight have been book club selections, seventeen have been translated into foreign languages, and two have been optioned for movies. My writing credits include numerous magazine articles, books for children, short stories, television scripts and two prize-winning screenplays. Along with my husband Dan, I also have produced a series of booklets for writers. My writing has appeared in a number of volumes including three versions of the NIV Devotional Bible and the devotional book My Heart, Christ’s Home, Through the Year. I love to write, and I love to share about topics close to my heart. I speak at seminars, retreats, writer’s conferences, and special events throughout the country. And because I do enjoy travel, I even speak on cruise ships! More and more my writing and speaking are drawing me to countries and cultures around the world. Because I don’t see how a writer can really reflect another people and land without spending time there, I’ve been trekking through India, China, Indonesia, Cambodia, Sudan, Senegal, Morocco, Tunisia, and Egypt, tape recorder and camera in hand, to gather stories from the world-wide family of God and to speak on their behalf. I’ve traveled to the hard places of the world to tell “the rest of the story” of our donor dollars at work. Thanks to my “virtual friendship” with 17th century John Newton, slave ship captain turned preacher, I traveled through Ireland with the preview team of the movie Amazing Grace (John wrote the hymn). I recently spoke in Japan and South Korea, and my husband Dan and I taught writing classes in India. And, oh, how thankful I am for every bit of it! I went to West Africa to work on a non-fiction book, but when I toured an old slave fortress off the coast and saw a tiny set of baby manacles bolted to the wall, I was struck dumb. All I could think was: “How could good, God-fearing people ever get to the place where they think that is okay?” From that horror came a story question, and from that question, my foray into fiction: The Grace in Africa trilogy. My seven trips to India led to the Blessings in India fiction trilogy. Come join me as I travel and rail against injustice. Join me as I walk along the beach, or work in the garden, or warble a tune. Be my friend. Maybe you will choose to also be a 21st century abolitionist.
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