My German friend, Armin Ruser, wrote a blog post this week reflecting on the writing of Victor Frankl about his time in Auschwitz. This in particular stood out:
When [Frankl] once fell ill with typhoid fever during his detention in the camp, he began to [re]write parts of [his confiscated book] manuscript on notes. According to his own statement, this seemingly small action led to his heart not giving up.
And this is the quote from Frankl that Armin highlights:
In the Nazi concentration camps, it was observed that those who were waiting for a task at home had the greatest chance of survival.
Having a meaningful task, it seems, can be the difference between life and death.
As Armin goes on to say in his post:
When I read this, I wondered if I had something like that would keep me alive in a comparable situation.
What a provocative thought!
Do I? What would keep me alive if faced with circumstances like that?