The pride feeling of the Kindertransport. My duty here is done. 10,000 Jewish kids have been rescued from those disgusting Nazis. 10,000 Jewish kids that Adolf Hitler had missed, for he who know so little or nothing about. All hopes and dreams can once again be redeem. These children will dream of what others could not dream, do the things others could not do, and see the things others could not have a chance to see. Satisfaction and achievement is what we’ve all earned. The feeling of pride and joy overwhelmed me at the time. All I could think was how safe the kids will be from here on out. I’ve done every I could possibly do, and gave it the best shot I’ve got. The kids deserve more, more than anyone. They know nothing, and those scumbags bruised them every possible way. My delicate flowers need not of any more beating and misfortune. Everyone need a second chance to live and redeem themselves, and that was what I did. I gave those flowers a second to live and see the world for themselves. Those kids deserves to live a better life, have a better future. They don’t need any more beating. Death was near them. No one was willing to stand up for them, and do the right thing, but I did. Still in Germany of 1933, I set the framework of the Kindertransport. Friends and family members was happy to help. The British government finally agreed to get involve from meetings after meetings. Many organizations rose, and helped together, working side by side, making the rescue a success. 10,000 Jewish kids from three months old to the age of seventeenth was allowed to enter the United Kingdom. Tears came down my face when I heard the news. THANK GOD! This was enough. I could not ask for more. Jewish kids traveled alone all over Europe to meet the transports, and crossed the sea over to the United Kingdom. They were brave, braver than I thought. With little knowledge of what was going on, those innocent kids escaped from the nightmare that was about to happen. They did not know whether they will be able to live with their parents again. They pushed that lonely feeling and tired to keep positive. I knew it was hard for them, but for their survival I had to take them away.
Sitting down in this lonesome house of mine, reflecting on the past, tears of joy run down my face. Those children we saved 51years ago now are all grown up, being successful on their career. My eyes start to close, everything is a blur now. Rest in peace, my dear self.
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