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In 1945, there was a young boy of 14 in a concentration camp. He was tall, thin but had a bright smile. Every day, a young girl came by on the other side of the fence. She noticed the boy and asked him if he spoke Polish, and he said yes. She said he'd looked hungry, and he said he was. She then reached in her pocket and gave him her apple. He thanked her and she went on her way. The next day, she came by again, bringing with her another apple which she gave him. Each day, she walked by the outside of the fence, hoping to see him, and when she did, she happily handed him an apple in exchange for conversation.

One day, he told her not to come by anymore. He told her he was being shipped to another concentration camp. As he walked away with tears streaming down his face, he wondered if he'd ever see her again. She was the only kind soul he'd seen across the fence.

He made it out of the concentration camp, and immigrated to America. In 1957, his friends had fixed him up on a blind date. He had no idea who the woman was. He picked her up, and during dinner began talking of Poland and the concentration camp. She said she was in Poland at that time. She said she used to talk to a boy and gave him apples daily. He asked if this boy was tall, skinny and if he had told her that she shouldn't come back because he was leaving. She said yes.

It was her, the young girl who came by every day to give him apples. After 12 years, after the war and in another country.....they had met again. What are the odds? He proposed to her on that very night and told her he'd never again let her go. They are still happily married today.

Now that, my friends, is a love story. Miracles do happen, and there is a greater force at work in our lives.

The story is just trying to say good things do happen in the end.

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It's not that I don't believe in miracles; I just am saying the story sounds a bit bunck. I would want some sort of proof that this indeed did happen (wether it be documents to prove this lady lived near the camp and that the guy was indeed in the camp).
Nowhere did I say that I didn't believe in miracles. Look at Lance Armstrong; it's a miracle he survived cancer and was able to continue his biking career.

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How about this....right before Easter day, I was walking out of the house with my six-year old son, getting ready to head out for town. As I started the engine, I noticed my sister pull up in the driveway behind me. For the first time in six years...she wanted to keep my son overnight at her house. She has never kept him before, ever. He went with her, and I got ten miles down the road alone in my car and someone pulled out in front of me. I hit them at 55-60 miles an hour and was pretty busted up. My son would have been in the backseat, and probably got hurt very badly. I don't know if that's a miracle...but it makes you wonder.

Saito's story really makes you think... there must be something out there.

And the other story... whether it's true or not... I like it.