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Articles: Moral Stories | My Father's Gift
- Mr. Kiran Ravuri
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“We got off the ship and were put onto ferries that took us out to Ellis Island. The food was good, better than anything I’d had in four months. The men were separated from the women, and everyone was given a health inspection to make sure that we weren’t bringing any diseases into the country.
“I looked at the thousands of people who were there, waiting to be met, and I was sure I would be sent back. On Christmas Eve, 80 years ago today, I was sitting on a bench in the Great Hall when one of the interpreters and another man came up to me. The interpreter knew I was Polish, for we’d spoken before.
‘Are you Józef Glodek?’ he asked.
‘Yes,’ I said.
“The interpreter nodded and stepped back. The other man came forward and put out his hand to me.
‘I’m Thomas Stafford,’ he said.
I was dumbfounded. I didn’t know how this had happened. ‘How did you find me?’ I asked in Polish. My question was interpreted, and I still remember Stafford’s face as he searched for the right words. Then he said one sentence to the interpreter, who turned to me, and said, ‘In your father’s last letter, in September, he said you’d be arriving alone.’
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