The Devil's Conscience and the Story of the Holy Jew

It was the beginning of the twentieth century. At that time, Dr. Edard Block was living a successful career in Linz, Austria. He was the most humble person and the most loved person among people.
One day in 1904, a young mother came to Dr. Edard Block's dispensary with her sick fifteen-year-old son. As a result of a misdiagnosis, the child had developed a respiratory disorder. He missed school because of it. Fortunately, Dr. Edard had the right treatment for the child. This child was lucky enough to recover. Since then, Dr. Eddard has been the 'family doctor' of this family.
Three years passed. It was the month of March 1907. This small family had started to feel the fear of severe illness again. At that time, the victim was the mother who was the anchor of this fatherless family. She was overtaken by breast cancer.
This small family, who was immersed in the extreme of poverty and had no permanent source of income, could not bear the price of cancer drugs at that time. It was not something that the previous child, who was barely touching his youth, could do as the eldest in the family. He used the only asset that he inherited from birth, which was his innate talent for drawing. He had realized that the meagerness of his paintings left on the side of the road and sold was not enough to support the family and cover his mother's treatment expenses. In short, there was nothing that could be done. But a kind heart was beating in that city. It was the heart of Dr. Eddard Block. Dr. Eddard came to the house and treated He was humble. In many cases, his services were free of charge. He understood the situation of this poor family very well. However, in the end, after Dr. Eddard's treatment, the cancer reached the victory point. The child's mother died. The funeral was held at the cemetery in Chamwa city. Dr. Eddard was also there. Attended. Dr. Edard Nireek, how her son, who was very shocked by the death of his mother, was staring at the mother's grave. Dr. Eddard later said that he was surprised to see such a bond between a mother and a son in a male child of that age. The young son loved his mother so much.
A few days after her death, one day a gift was received in the name of Dr. Eddard. There was a picture of Dr. Eddard. That painting was drawn by the young son of the deceased mother who was a talented artist. He was generous enough to come home and treat his mother without charging any money. That was the only gift that child had to give this noble man.
He expressed his gratitude with such a painting. Furthermore, behind the painting was written:
"Doctor, I will never forget your kindness to our family!"
After that, no one managed to see the child anymore in Linz. He had gone somewhere. They sent postcards thanking the doctor from time to time, but after a while it also stopped.
Time began to flow not only as days, weeks and months but also as years and ten years. Many changes in the world had taken place in the meantime.
World War I had come and gone.
People's lives were turned upside down. The wounds caused by the war were slowly healing.
Dr. Eddard was doing his usual duties in Linz and helping the sick. He was now an old man. He was living in peace and comfort with his wife-daughter and son-in-law. That is how the Second World War broke into Austria.
Dr. Ederd came to know that a man with a dark soul who had the absolute intention of wiping out the Jewish nation from the face of the earth came from Germany and invaded his motherland, Ostia. The entire Austrian Jewish community, including him, was frightened when he heard this news. German soldiers wearing black military uniforms with insignia swarmed every street and every junction, ending the escape of many. It was the same in Linz, where Dr. Ederd lived. A day came when death would knock at the door of every house. Dr. Edmond's turn came. .but surprise! Mara never knocks on the door of his house.
It is also possible that Dr. Eddard was not aware of what was happening at that time. How could he think that the promise written on the back of a painting with his portrait many years ago, that he would never forget the help he gave, is being fulfilled in this way. .!

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