This is the story of Leon, a survivor that I knew in Connecticut. One Shabbat morning while a group of us were studying Torah, we read about Joseph's father sending him to find his brothers. While Joseph was searching for them, a mysterious unnamed man appeared and told him where he would find them. Suddenly, Leon jumped to his feet. He told us how he and his brother hid in various places to avoid capture by the Nazis. Somehow they became separated. At night, as Leon lay in his hiding place, he had no idea where his brother was or if he would be able to find him. He didn't even know if he was alive.
Leon described how during the night a man appeared to him. Leon thought he was seeing an angel because he could see right through the man. The visitor told him that his brother was safe and that he was hiding in a certain house in a nearby village. In a blink the man/angel was gone. Leon recalled how in the darkness of night, he carefully went to the other village and found his brother.
Leon sat down as suddenly as he had stood up. The group remained silent, moved beyond words.
Leon's brother also survived the Shoah and moved to New York City.