I'll leave this topic at that, if others want to share stories from their lives or from those that they came in contact with.
As I said in the other thread, about this one lady, Mrs Halpern, who went thru the Holocaust and related many stories about her experiences, but thru all her suffering, she always had some positive spin on things.
Just some things she told me. She was a baker in the camp. ( I do not remember which camp she was in). She stayed alive and kept others alive by smuggling small pieces of rotting and moldy bread. The inmates, if they knew some one was sick, used to sort of pool their scraps together so the sick could have maybe an extra portion.
But her amazing stories were after liberation. There were two people, man and woman, who survived the camp and wanted to be married after they were liberated. They got Mrs. Halpern to bake them a wedding cake. She was so overwhelmed by this 'honor' she made the biggest wedding cake she could. It was the first happy thing to have happened to all of them in many years.
She told me stories of how so many people just did not know about their families. Hundreds and thousands used to wait at the railroad stations, days, weeks, months, just hoping to see some one they knew. Most never found anyone.
A true story, that was published in one of the 'Chicken Soup for the Soul' books.
A boy survived the Holocaust with one possession, a small Chanukkah menorah which he had hidden for the time he was in the camp. On liberation, he had no one, so one soldier took pity on him, and thru channels, was able to adopt him and bring him to the United States. Every year, for years, on Chanukkah, they lit the menorah and put it in their window. One day, a woman was passing and saw the menorah in the window. She knocked on the door and asked about it. It was the boys mother, who had survived the camp and now reunited with her son. TRUE STORY
As I said, these are the type of stories this wonderful lady related to me, trying to be upbeat on so many things, and to drown out the horror.