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    Escape by Vickey Stamps

    I wrote this story for an e-mail friend after she read another story I'd written called the wall. She told me that she and her parents escaped from 'behind the wall' when she was only 5 and came to America. She said this story I wrote with her permission is VERY close to the truth. I am so happy to know the joy of freedom.

    I hope you all like this.

    THE ESCAPE…
    © Vickey Stamps 11/18/09

    “SHHHH…Shh!"the roughened bass voice of the guard vibrated in the silence of
    the night, silencing the growling murmurs of the dog that trotted along beside him.
    His duties took him across the pathway of the only other guard, as they stalked the
    rows of what seemed to be endless coils of criss-crossed barbed wire. Ahead lay
    the Berlin entrance gate, a barrier with more guards. It led to what some called
    the road to freedom and from an opposite direction, otherwise termed an entrance
    into hell. His grip on the rifle tightened, his gaze shifting about for shadows, his
    ears scanned alertly as they tuned in for unusual sounds.

    Some of the population didn’t agree with the new life within the walls and sought
    to escape. These same people sometimes died despite their efforts. It was a cold
    night in May of 1952 in East Germany. It had become for many families, a time
    of imprisonment within these walls, a place where separation from loved ones
    meant nothing to guards or military officials. Hearing and seeing nothing, the
    German soldier continued about his job.

    The couple and their child crouched in the deeper shadows near the entrance to
    the gate. This starless night had been hoped for. It had been decided, at the
    last moment, that it had become the best time to flee. A few jewels lay sewn into
    the hem of her parents clothing, small pieces that could be sold in exchange for
    cash in a free land where they could rebuild their lives. Arrangements had been
    made to let them slip through. Partial bribes had been paid. But who was to
    know how honorable these people would be once the remaining money was within
    their hands? It would be so easy to yell “Escape! Escape!” They would surely
    know the guards would not hesitate to shoot. It would not matter if it were
    adult or child. The child held her breath. Her heart beat so quickly she became
    even more frightened. Without making a sound she leaned into her father’s
    strong arms.

    None of them knew of a Savior who even now waited with them, walked with
    them and interceded on their behalf. She knew only of her faith in her parents
    and of their need to be away from this place. They had awakend her in the
    middle of the night, dressing her warmly in layers of clothing, for there would
    be no carrying bags to slow them down, only a small scentless candle and a small
    box of matches to help them find their way to the guide who waited in the quiet
    night, on the other side.

    “Quick. The money. Give to me now! The other soldier working with me is gone
    but for a short time. You have three minutes. No more. Leave now. Hurry
    before the supervisors come to check. GO… GO …GO !!!” The soldiers voice
    bordered on fear and the three did not hesitate, running into deeper shadows
    hugging the outer wall as they fled into the nearby trees that better hid them.
    Their escape had only begun.

    The night seemed endless and her small legs burned as she trudged along
    between her parents, never daring to complain nor stop, for she had been told
    they must put many miles behind them. A ship was waiting. It was a ship that
    would take them further yet, to where they could at last find real freedom.
    She knew how fearful that her father must be that the ship might go on without
    them. She knew how brave he was as well. Perhaps there would be East German
    soldiers that would be there waiting for them? Her mother hadn’t been well,
    but still she whispered words of encouragement despite her own fears and the
    sickness within her. She clutched her mother’s dampish hands with her own
    small ones, and hurried along as best she could.

    The child was now the older woman, remembering in more detail then she thought
    possible of how those days had been, how hard her father had worked upon the
    ship that their passage might be paid. Her mother had lived on to know again the
    sweet taste of reedom. A family in the land of the free was far more than just something to be hankful for. It was a treasure. A good man had led her father
    to know of the Savior. Her father in turn, had done that same wondrous favor
    for her and her mother.

    Life is a daily trip into the world of 'thankfulness.’ Every year she waited for
    December to come, for she knew Christmas lay just ahead. She well knew the
    story of the baby Jesus. And, she, of all people, in the land of the free, had
    such good reason to thank him again for being a part of her world

    Life was good.

    (This is the childhood story of Anneliese Retzler)
    "Greater is He that is in me, then he that is in the world"

    www.dollsforverysickkids.com

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    Your story had chills running down my arms. We, as Americans, can only imagine the terror that lived in the hearts of those behind that wire fence! We need to thank God everyday for our liberty!

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    yes, and we all need to take time, gain strength and courage and for the sake of those who follow us in life, stand up against that which is not right and good.

    It touched my heart to hear from Annelise after I wrote THE WALL and hear the story of her escape with her parents. It sure made me count my blessings.

    Thanks for your reply. You are so write. Despite changes and problems in America, we are so much more blessed than others are.

    Thanks again.

    Vickey Stamps
    "Greater is He that is in me, then he that is in the world"

    www.dollsforverysickkids.com

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    What an incredible story...with powerful writing. there are so many of these stories, and somehow we Americans become "numb" to the pain and sacrifice others made to even arrive in this country..much less be born here. Thank you for your willingness to tell the story.

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    my mother and father -in law escaped a Nazi prison camp in WWII into Sweden had 1 son in Sweden .Went to Ireland
    Had 2nd son in Ireland Got to US 3rd son in SC (MY husband) then to Atlanta had4th and 5th sons

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    thank you for these replies. What stories they could tell (I know I would love to be able to speak to them, if they were still around) I got my story from my e-mail friend Annelise, so I could write her story. I feel blessed to be in this country. I hope it remains free forever.

    Vickey Stamps
    "Greater is He that is in me, then he that is in the world"

    www.dollsforverysickkids.com

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    Quote Originally Posted by wordpaintervs View Post
    I wrote this story for an e-mail friend after she read another story I'd written called the wall. She told me that she and her parents escaped from 'behind the wall' when she was only 5 and came to America. She said this story I wrote with her permission is VERY close to the truth. I am so happy to know the joy of freedom.

    I hope you all like this.

    THE ESCAPE…
    © Vickey Stamps 11/18/09

    “SHHHH…Shh!"the roughened bass voice of the guard vibrated in the silence of
    the night, silencing the growling murmurs of the dog that trotted along beside him.
    His duties took him across the pathway of the only other guard, as they stalked the
    rows of what seemed to be endless coils of criss-crossed barbed wire. Ahead lay
    the Berlin entrance gate, a barrier with more guards. It led to what some called
    the road to freedom and from an opposite direction, otherwise termed an entrance
    into hell. His grip on the rifle tightened, his gaze shifting about for shadows, his
    ears scanned alertly as they tuned in for unusual sounds.

    Some of the population didn’t agree with the new life within the walls and sought
    to escape. These same people sometimes died despite their efforts. It was a cold
    night in May of 1952 in East Germany. It had become for many families, a time
    of imprisonment within these walls, a place where separation from loved ones
    meant nothing to guards or military officials. Hearing and seeing nothing, the
    German soldier continued about his job.

    The couple and their child crouched in the deeper shadows near the entrance to
    the gate. This starless night had been hoped for. It had been decided, at the
    last moment, that it had become the best time to flee. A few jewels lay sewn into
    the hem of her parents clothing, small pieces that could be sold in exchange for
    cash in a free land where they could rebuild their lives. Arrangements had been
    made to let them slip through. Partial bribes had been paid. But who was to
    know how honorable these people would be once the remaining money was within
    their hands? It would be so easy to yell “Escape! Escape!” They would surely
    know the guards would not hesitate to shoot. It would not matter if it were
    adult or child. The child held her breath. Her heart beat so quickly she became
    even more frightened. Without making a sound she leaned into her father’s
    strong arms.

    None of them knew of a Savior who even now waited with them, walked with
    them and interceded on their behalf. She knew only of her faith in her parents
    and of their need to be away from this place. They had awakend her in the
    middle of the night, dressing her warmly in layers of clothing, for there would
    be no carrying bags to slow them down, only a small scentless candle and a small
    box of matches to help them find their way to the guide who waited in the quiet
    night, on the other side.

    “Quick. The money. Give to me now! The other soldier working with me is gone
    but for a short time. You have three minutes. No more. Leave now. Hurry
    before the supervisors come to check. GO… GO …GO !!!” The soldiers voice
    bordered on fear and the three did not hesitate, running into deeper shadows
    hugging the outer wall as they fled into the nearby trees that better hid them.
    Their escape had only begun.

    The night seemed endless and her small legs burned as she trudged along
    between her parents, never daring to complain nor stop, for she had been told
    they must put many miles behind them. A ship was waiting. It was a ship that
    would take them further yet, to where they could at last find real freedom.
    She knew how fearful that her father must be that the ship might go on without
    them. She knew how brave he was as well. Perhaps there would be East German
    soldiers that would be there waiting for them? Her mother hadn’t been well,
    but still she whispered words of encouragement despite her own fears and the
    sickness within her. She clutched her mother’s dampish hands with her own
    small ones, and hurried along as best she could.

    The child was now the older woman, remembering in more detail then she thought
    possible of how those days had been, how hard her father had worked upon the
    ship that their passage might be paid. Her mother had lived on to know again the
    sweet taste of reedom. A family in the land of the free was far more than just something to be hankful for. It was a treasure. A good man had led her father
    to know of the Savior. Her father in turn, had done that same wondrous favor
    for her and her mother.

    Life is a daily trip into the world of 'thankfulness.’ Every year she waited for
    December to come, for she knew Christmas lay just ahead. She well knew the
    story of the baby Jesus. And, she, of all people, in the land of the free, had
    such good reason to thank him again for being a part of her world

    Life was good.

    (This is the childhood story of Anneliese Retzler)
    Absolute beauty in words...So much is said in these words to tell a story of such magnitude.
    This reaches the bottom of the heart..Tells the story of a life both old and everylasting and
    the one to come......Love

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