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“The truth is, I did not live my life in the shadow of the Holocaust. I did not give my children a legacy of fear. I gave them a legacy of freedom,” Leon Leyson said. (Los Angeles Times / January 13, 2013)

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RIP.

In the comments, "CommonSense57" provided info about Leopold Mayer who also helped many people:

CommonSense57 at 3:23 AM January 14, 2013
Without trying to diminsh the work of Mr. Schindler, I wanted to point out that my grandfather hated the Nazis in annexed Austria and he saved about 11,000 teachers working for the Vienna school district, the majority of whom were Jewish. He could see the Gestapo advancing from the Houses of Parliament towards the school district building (which was nextdoors to the parliament at that time) and he hid the list of teachers' names, addresses, etc. on himself. The Nazis ransacked the offices of the schoold district, but because my grandfather was just a lowly clerk, they never thought of searching him personally. When after the end of the war people returned to their jobs and they wondered how the teachers were all saved from the Nazis, my grandfather simply returned the list of teachers to the schoolboard president and went about his job. He was awarded some gold cross from the City of Vienna. He saved thousands more than Mr. Schindler (not that it is a competition) and Mr. Spielberg never made a movie about him! Of course, my grandfather was a modest man and would not have wanted it, I just feel that he deserves a place in history, too.

CommonSense57 at 9:35 AM January 14, 2013
Dear Stacy,
Thank you for your kind words. His name was Leopold Mayer and he died more than 31 years ago. Not a day goes by when I don't think of him, because he taught me many things, including human kindness, the type that is all too often lacking in today's world. I am not asking for a "Mayer's List" etc., but his life is definitely worth remembering, if only by me. He was subsequent to this event drafted into the German army and sent to Stalingrad. One night he was separated from the rest of his unit and with bombs bursting everywhere, he took refuge in a dilapidated basement. He came across a Russian soldier, who was younger, hungrier and more scared than he. But my grandfather put down his gun, took out his little pocket-knife and the last piece of sausage he had on him and he shared it with the visibly surprised Soviet soldier. After having finished it, he smiled at the young man, who smiled back and thanked him for his kindness. Both went their ways and they never saw each other again. If the Nazis had found out about what my grandfather did, they would have shot him right there and then. My grandfather's kindness was rewarded by him getting shot (but not killed) and so he was sent on one of the last trains which made it out of Stalingrad before all hell broke loose and he recovered. As I said, I learned about human kindness and about the limited value of blind ideology.