The Proposal – Part 6: Listening to Destiny and Fate
Sitting in the barber shop, Mr. Fate continued his story, without emotion. “Once my father cleaned his face and composed himself, he came out of the door of his office and briskly walked across the yard, straight up to the family of the special little girl.” He continued, “His voice became loud as he talked to the girl’s father. He pushed him and began yelling. He knocked him to the ground then began kicking him. Then he commanded the stunned Nazi soldiers around him to put all four family members into the car, even the little boy.”
He went on: “When one of the soldiers tried to go to the driver’s door, my father pushed him away and got behind the wheel himself, leaving the soldiers in stunned silence. He ordered the gate opened and sped thorough it.”
“I saw all of this from the window of our house by the fence,” Mr. Fate said. Then, he motioned to Mr. Destiny and said, “I think I will let Mr. Destiny tell the story from there.”
Kelly had stopped her work, and when she looked down, she saw that Mr. Destiny’s eyes were brimming with tears. However, he swallowed hard and began to speak. “He drove us for a good while through the woods to a clearing with a huge pile of dirt and some excavation equipment.” He went on, “My father never let me look into the hole beside the pile of dirt, but the smell still fills my memory whenever I think of it. There was unspeakable horror at the bottom of that hole. My sister and I didn’t know what was going on, but our parents were terrified. They thought we were dead as the Officer got us out of the car.”
“Then… he did something my parents didn’t… and my sister and I couldn’t expect. He pointed to a tall tree on top of a hill on the horizon and said, ‘Walk straight towards that tree and don’t stop, for anything. You will find a cabin and people who will help you there.’ With that, he got back into his car and sped away.”
Kelly’s attempt to hold back tears was a compete failure. She said, “You mean, Mr. Destiny’s father saved your family?”
“That’s right, my dear Kelly,” Mr. Destiny answered.
“How…?” but Kelly’s question trailed away.
It was Mr. Fate who spoke up. “I know what you are going to ask, my dear Kelly.”
He went on, “Remember Mr. Destiny telling you that he is ‘The Barber Listener’? Well, when my father’s end was near, he brought me along to London for an appointment with Mr. Destiny. My mother, and sister had died of natural causes by then. I was grown by that time, and he insisted I sit in this very chair while he told his story. When my father realized that it was Mr. Destiny’s family that he had saved, it was like a huge weight was lifted off of his soul.” He confessed to all of the horrible things he did and the people he didn’t save.” Mr. Fate went on. My father said that Mr. Destiny’s family was the first. There would be dozens more before the war was over although we never saw the end of the war. The British MI6 and American OSS got us out of Europe and gave us a new life in America.” My father’s name was never brought up at the Nuremburg Trials that brought Nazis to justice, but his information was essential.”
“We had a good life in America, but in the end, the guilt of taking innocent life still remained, even though he had saved so many.”
“He died in peace. It wasn’t that he confessed to another man; it was between him and God. My friend, Mr. Destiny was there to be God’s ears, as it were. He left his burden at the throne.”
Kelly dried her eyes, took out the beautiful razor Mr. Destiny had given her, sharpened it on the leather belt that hung beside the chair, and gave a perfect shave her first try, to the man who had taught her how to shave and…how to listen.
When she was finished. Mr. Destiny got up put his hands on his face and said, “That was wonderful Kelly. Thank You.”
Then he stood by his friend and said, “Are you ready for us to show you a wonder beyond your imagination?”
After what she had just heard, she couldn’t imagine what that could mean.