Billy G’s Christmas Tree

“Billy, did you brush your teeth?”  T-h-a-t was Billy’s Mom. “No, Mom, I forgot” Well, what boy might not forget to brush his teeth when his Mom had just promised that…

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A Story of Kindness…Author UNKNOWN

Re-shared in honor of Sharon Harmon

The following story was shared on Facebook by a mutual Facebook friend, who happens to be Black American and Muslim. She is a person who is very open-minded and loving towards all.  It is a sad story because it reminds us of the inhumanity of man against man. But, at the same time, it is a beautiful story of a person, regardless of his own misery, went beyond himself to comfort another person. We can never give too much.  We never lose when we give.

I thought it would be a great story to share during the Christmas season…a story about a Jewish man and his care for another person. Jesus was Jewish—so what better a story to unite us all…regardless of our color, race or religion.

Copyright ©Jane H. Johann, February, 2016 "Solidarity of Reeds"

©Jane H. Johann, February, 2016
“Solidarity of Reeds”


  In Crown Heights, there was a Jewish man named Yankel, who owned a bakery. He survived the concentration camps, and always said, “You know why it is that I’m alive today?”
“I was a kid, just a teenager at the time. We were on the train being taken to Auschwitz. Night came and it was deathly cold in that boxcar. The Germans would leave the cars on the side of the tracks overnight, sometimes for days on end without any food, and no blankets to keep us warm,” he said.

“Sitting next to me was this beloved elderly Jewish man from my hometown. He was shivering from head to toe,  and looked terrible. So I wrapped my arms around him to keep him warm. I rubbed his arms, his legs, his face, his neck. I begged him to hang on. All night long, I kept the man warm this way.


“I was tired, and freezing cold myself. My fingers were numb, but I didn’t stop rubbing heat into that old man’s body. Hours and hours went by until finally, morning came and the sun began to shine. When there was some light in the boxcar, I looked around to see the other people. To my horror, all I could see were frozen bodies. All I could hear was deathly silence.

“Nobody else in that cabin made it through the night. They died from the cold. Only two people survived: the old man and me. The old man survived because somebody kept him warm…and I survived because I was warming someone else.

“Can I tell you the secret to survival in this world? When you warm other people’s hearts, you remain warm yourself. When you seek to support, encourage and inspire others, then you discover support, encouragement and inspiration in your own life as well. That, my friends, is the secret to life.”

Copyright ©Jane H. Johann Bellingham Bay, Bellingham, WA December, 2015

©Jane H. Johann
Bellingham Bay, Bellingham, WA December, 2015