You have ever heard of Rajmund Kolbe? Polish priest.
Quiet guy, brave as hell. Entering the Franciscans, was renamed Maximilian. Loved God, loved Mary, but he did not fool him. He witnessed what the Nazis were up to and he could not keep silence. So yeah, they came for him. February 17, 1941 -- arrested. Young man tossed into a cell, and later July dumped into Auschwitz. The worst place imaginable.
Then July. A prisoner tries to escape. The guards lose it. They choose to starve ten men to death. Just punishment, they say. One of them, Franciszek Gajowniczek, screams, wife, children, everything to lose. And Kolbe? Steps forward. Says, "I'll take his place." Just like that. No hesitation. Even the guards freeze.Three weeks in a dark bunker. No food, no water. Just prayers and whispers. One by one, the men die. Kolbe's still alive. Still praying. Thus they poison him to death on August 14, 1941.
Several decades after, the Church makes him a saint. But titles are nothing, the man was fire. He remained a human being in a mad world.

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