Dear Dr. Krediet,
While I was at the Dachau Concentration Camp Memorial I was touched by your life. As I walked through the horrors of the camp, your name kept running through my mind as a story of hope. The way that you selflessly risked your own health by using your expertise as a physician to assist people suffering from Typhus was inspiring. Growing up in a family built of doctors, your story hit very close to home. You exemplified the qualities that I regularly recognize in my father and grandfather: servanthood, determination, compassion, and unconditional love. It takes a special person to demonstrate these characteristics daily but especially in such trivial circumstances. You were an emblem of hope in a place where that was hard to find.
I cannot begin to fathom the disgust of the infirmary barracks that you willingly entered. Even to see a clean replica made my stomach turn. Yet, you put your own comfort to the side in order to help those that couldn’t help themselves. In a world where most just kept their head down and worried about their own survival, you went against the grain; deciding to give your own life in order to serve those around you is the last thing that most people were willing to do. You were a perfect picture of what it means to live for others.
From the bottom of my heart, thank you. Thank you for all that you did for the community of Dachau. Thank you for showing others what it means to lay down your life for your neighbors. Thank you for being an inspiration to all. And most of all, thank you for being an strong symbol of hope in the mists of a broken world. Your story is one that has touched me and will continue to influence the generations to come.
All my love and admiration,