http://betweenjerusalemandtelaviv.blogspot.com/2011/05/song-for-yom-hashoah.html
 
Every once in a while i like to send this song out for people, along with the story....humor me if you have seen it before.  Durring WWll, Jewish mothers, no longer able to emigrate, were desperate to keep their little ones alive, so they sent them away on trains where they were distributed among various catholic abbeys, orphanages, etc.  Those who looked 'german' enough were adopted outright by childless german couples.  The rest were kept in the orphanages that were run by various factions of Catholic institutions....where they were protected and fed.  The cost, however, was steep: Most were very young, all alone, and desperate for comfort....but the priests ostracized those who did not get baptized and change their names.  As children, all alone in a cruel world, most did.  As  a result, they were forbidden to practice, or even speak about, their former faith.  When the war ended, one Rabbi took on the sacred task of finding the surviving children and returning them to the fold of Judaism.  However, records, naturally, were scarce-and after baptism, their names were changed to something that didn't sound Jewish.  Many of them were so small when they were taken in, that the church was the only memory they had.  Surviving family members were desperate.  One thing always taught to Jewish children from the time of their earliest childhood was how to say 'Shema Yisrael'....and they did it with a hand covering their eyes, as they were told to block out all distractions when praying, and to focus on G_d alone.  After being rejected at yet another abbey...where he was told 'your kind is not among us' (true, in their mind, as they had baptized them)...the rabbi was growing desperate.  He asked if he could just stand in the yard where the children were playing....and he put one hand over his eyes and began saying "Shema Yisrael".  Almost immediately, one small boy did the same, and began to cry out , "Mama! Tate!"...thereby identifying himself.  Try though they might, the priests could not wipe out that single, holy prayer learned at his mothers feet.  He was able to go on to other places, and found previously unidentified Jewish children to bring them home!  The G_d of Yisrael never slumbers or sleeps!!  Tracy Dee