A rabbi lived in Danzig in the late 1930s. During his daily walk he greeted every person - even a rather unfriendly Polish Volksdeutche named Muller. Then world war II began, and the rabbi was sent to Auschwitz. Herded off the cattle train and, wearing a striped uniform, he stood in the selection line. A man in an SS uniform sat at a desk and pointed each Jew in a direction: "Right! Left!" Right was life, left was death. The rabbi saw the SS officer, and said: "Gutmorgen, Herr Muller." The officer looked up. A faint smile was visible under the skull and bones cap. "Gutmorgen, Herr Rabbiner." The hand pointed right. The rabbi lived to tell the story. An earnest ‘good morning’ saved this Jew from the gas chamber
Thanks a lot for this, This story showcases another member of the irreplaceable generation that was called to arms. beautifully said from the same article Regards, TBA
Quite an interesting Story, just goes to show a little bite of politeness even though your facing death can save your Life.
Good read, thanks for the posting. Good manners never hurt anyone, and in some instances carry more weight than we expect.
Thanks for the link Ike, it was nice to read a positive story about Concentration Camp folks who survived.