One Person. One Life

It’s 1988. Lily Ebert, a Hungarian Jew, returns to Auschwitz for the first time since 1945. She talks to those she’s with…

‘Learning what happened from somebody who had lived through the camp herself… Confronted with all the numbers on the explanation panels in the museum, numbers so huge they seem unfathomable, they could turn to me: one person. One Life.’

Malcolm Metcalf, an 89-year-old man from Gorleston, has completed 90 new activities before his 90th birthday. He’s ridden in a car once owned by Elvis Presley, flown a plane, edited a newspaper, become the oldest ever entrant in his local Park Run. His ’90 before 90′ challenge raised funds for the ‘Priscilla Bacon’ Hospice…

Malcolm Metcalf is living out ‘One Person. One life.’ …and helping others.

Teenage stabbings and knife crimes continue to be in the news. Last week there were the tragic deaths of 15-year-old Elianne Andam in Croydon and 16-year-old Ashraf Habimana in Luton. Yesterday it was the sentencing of those convicted of 18-year-old Norwich boy Joe Dix’s murder.

Reporters, family, friends, speak repeatedly of the impact of each murder on so many. One Person. One Life. Affecting many.

Lily Ebert, reflecting on her return to Auschwitz, returns to her Jewish faith:  

‘I am certain that my faith made the difficult journey a little easier, just as it had when I was young, and actually living through the horrors. With faith, it was easier to believe that we would come through. With faith, you have a better chance of holding on to hope…’

Musing… individual friends, family members… personal tragedies… helping others, affecting many… One person. One life.

My Christian faith… St Peter’s words: ‘…though now for a little while you may have had to suffer grief in all kinds of trials. These have come so that your faith… may be proved genuine…’  

One person. One life.

5 thoughts on “One Person. One Life

      1. Thank you, Sir. Every day, I wake up filled with faith and hope knowing I have Jesus to hold on to. But then again, there are some days that I still feel overwhelmed by the trials I’m faced with. I am seen laughing and smiling, but the truth is, I don’t know where to put my tears anymore. My bucket is already filled to the brim. Still, I remind myself: Hey, these (trials) will soon pass because God will make a way. God will never leave you. God is always with you. And then, I’d go on with my day. 😁 And while I’m writing this to you, tears are flowing down my cheeks because, for some reason, sharing with you brings me a sense of comfort. 🥹 You, praying for a stranger, gives strength and comfort. 🙏🏻 I truly appreciate it, Sir.

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