Written by Mark Turner, President/CEO of the Gilroy Chamber of Commerce
In this season of giving, the story below, reprinted from the Salem News, is a great reminder that the best gifts aren’t always purchased at a store, gift wrapped or found on sale during Black Friday.
In his book, Through the Valley of Kwai, Ernest Gordon shares the true account of life in a World War II Japanese prison camp. The story is about a man who through giving it all away literally transformed a whole camp of soldiers.
The man’s name was Angus McGillivray. Angus was a Scottish prisoner in one of the camps filled with American’s, Australians, and Britons who had helped build the infamous Bridge over the River Kwai. The camp had become an ugly situation. A dog-eat dog mentality had set in. Allies would literally steal from each other and cheat each other; men would sleep with their packs and yet have them stolen from under their heads.
Survival was everything. The law of the jungle prevailed…until the news of Angus McGillivray’s death spread throughout the camp. Rumors spread in the wake of his death. No one could believe big Angus had died. He was strong, one of those whom they had expected to be the last to die. Actually, it wasn’t the fact of his death that shocked the men, but the reason he died. Finally they pieced the story together.
The Argylls (Scottish soldiers) took their buddy system very seriously. Their buddy was called their “mucker,” and these Argylls believed that it was literally up to each of them to make sure their “mucker” survived.
Angus’s mucker, though, was dying, and everyone had given up on him, everyone but Angus. He made up his mind that his friend would not die. Someone had stolen his mucker’s blanket. So Angus gave him his own, telling mucker that he had “just came across an extra one.”
Likewise, every mealtime, Angus would get his rations and take them to his friend, stand over him and force him to eat them, again stating that he was able to get “extra food.” Angus was going to do anything and everything to see that his buddy got what he needed to recover.
But as Angus’s mucker began to recover, Angus collapsed, slumped over, and died. The doctors discovered that he had died of starvation complicated by exhaustion. He had been giving his own food and shelter. He had given everything he had.
As word circulated of the reason for Angus McGillivray’s death, the feel of the camp began to change. Suddenly, men began to focus on their mates, their friends, and humanity of living beyond survival, of giving oneself away.
They began to pool their talents—one was a violin maker, another an orchestra leader, another a cabinet maker, another a professor. Soon the camp had an orchestra full of homemade instruments and a church called the “Church Without Walls” that was so powerful, so compelling, that even the Japanese guards attended.
The men began a university, a hospital, and a library system. The place was transformed; an all but smothered love revived, all because one man named Angus gave all he had for his friend. For many of these men this turnaround meant survival. What happened is an awesome illustration of the potential unleashed when one person actually gives it all away.
Lee J. Colan said, “We were meant to give our lives away. Spend more time living your legacy instead of worrying about leaving it.”
The scriptures themselves declare, “Greater love has no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.”