I posted an entry a few days ago about a project I assigned my tenth-graders that required them to write a letter of thanks to their favorite Congressional Medal of Honor recpient. The original post can be found here.
At least thirty students wrote letters to Medal of Honor recipient Tibor Rubin. Mr. Rubin, a Holocaust survivor, emigrated to the United States in 1948. Determined to become a “GI Joe” like the men who freed him from the Nazis, he joined the Army in 1950. Mr. Rubin received his medal for his efforts during the Korean War, a time during which he made valiant accomplishments such as saving the lives of forty fellow POWs while being held captive by the North Koreans for two and a half years.
My cooperating teacher and I received an unexpected phone call at around nine o’clock this morning. The person on the other end of the line was Rose Rubin, Mr. Rubin’s daughter. She called to let us know that she and her father received our students’ letters. Mr. Rubin is recovering from an accident, so he hasn’t read them yet. But she is going to read the letters to him as soon as he’s feeling up to it. Ms. Rubin told us to expect a package in the mail filled with goodies for our students in the near future. She complimented us on how thoughtful and well-written each student’s letter was, especially given the fact that Mr. Rubin has never received a package like this before. She wished us all the best, and the phone call ended.
How cool is that?!? Talk about history coming to life! This is why I do what I do.