Hereâs the opposite story, though. With apologies because I donât have the book in front of me, so I may get some details wrong, but I read this âIrenaâs Childrenâ by Tilar J. Mazzeo.
Irena lived in Warsaw during the Nazi occupation, and dedicated her life to rescuing Jewish children from the Ghetto, and her story is complicated in a lot of ways but - well, this story isnât actually about Irena, per se.
Itâs about a bus driver.
Itâs about a day when sheâs traveling across town by bus with a very young Jewish child, and partway to their destination the child looks up and asks a question - in Yiddish. and the whole bus goes quiet, because everyone knows what that means. And Irena thinks, okay, weâre going to die here today.
And sheâs running through her options - all of them bad - and suddenly the bus stops, and the bus driver announces that thereâs been a mechanical failure and the bus needs to return to the depot immediately. Everyone off, please.
And she stands and goes to get off the bus and the driver says - not you two. Sit down. So she sits down as everyone else leaves, because, well, what else is she going to do? the options are all still bad, at this point.
and when the bus is empty the bus driver says,
âWhere do you need to go?â
And then he drives them as close to their destination as he can, and lets them off, and drives away. And Irena lives, and the kid lives, and they never cross paths again.
So a janitor got three people killed, and a bus driver saved two lives - not to mention all the other lives indirectly saved because Irena was able to continue her work.
I think about that almost every day now, to be honest.
We canât all be Irena. I couldnât be Irena. She was in a unique place with very specific skills and connections that let her do what she did. I am just one mentally ill librarian. I canât be her. But - I can be the bus driver. Or I could be the janitor. Because it doesnât matter what your job is. It doesnât matter who you are. In a world like this, every single one of us has the opportunity to do massive harm or massive good. We can save lives or end them.
And thatâs scary. but itâs also very comforting? at least for me. Because at the end of the day it means this: no matter of how small and helpless and unimportant you feel, youâre never powerless in the face of great evil.
You can choose to be the bus driver.
