I finished reading We Die Alone last night. It is the astonishing, and at times inconceivable, true tale of a Norwegian commando's escape from the Nazis in the frigid climes of Arctic Norway during WWII. With the risk of death or deportation to a concentration camp, hundreds of villagers helped Jan Baalsrud reach neutral Sweden. Throughout horrifying conditions that would have killed me within a day, Jan not only survives, but actually returns to Norway *again* to fight for the liberation of his country. It reminded me that in the face of tremendous odds, one person can make a difference, however small the contribution may seem; and that during the lowest moments of our recent history, people have achieved the greatest triumphs.