From the author: What you need to know to win. The story of Viktor Frankl, a man who accomplished a spiritual feat in the name of people. The last page of Viktor Frankl’s memoirs has been read. This amazing person gives hope to all desperate, suffering people. This hope is so strong that it transforms all experience, integrates it, helps you get back on your feet and live, no matter what. Born in Austria, Vienna, in 1905, he was destined to become one of the most significant figures of modern psychotherapy. Having gone through all the horror of fascist concentration camps (in three years he went through four such camps), having lost almost all his loved ones - mother, father, brother and his wife, he did not lose himself. In the camp he continued to work on his book “The Doctor and the Soul”, a version of it was sewn into the lining of his coat, but when it was lost, the main points of the book were transferred in the form of shorthand notes on the back of German forms that a friend gave him. In the book Frankl talks about how important it is to express your love and gratitude to loved ones “here and now.” “After my father died in Theresienstadt and my mother and I were left alone, I made it a rule to kiss her every time I said hello and goodbye. : separation could come at any moment, and I wanted to be sure that we said goodbye well. And when it came to the fact that my first wife Tilly and I were taken to Auschwitz and my mother and I separated, I asked her blessing at the last minute. I will never forget how she, with a cry that came from the very depths of her soul - a passionate, desperate cry - answered me: “Yes, yes, I bless you,” and gave me a blessing.” Completely different, unlike all kinds of regrets and the feeling that everything was in vain, Frankl invites us to look at his experience and Life itself. This is a revolutionary approach that gives fullness to life. Let us listen to his words: “In the past, nothing is lost irretrievably, but, on the contrary, is preserved forever. The transitory cannot touch the past: the past is already saved. Everything that we have done, what we have created, what we have learned and experienced, everything is hidden in the past, and no one is able to destroy it.” I would like to say one more thing. Frankl writes about this episode for the first time; he has not mentioned it before in any of his books. Determination, in the face of circumstances that threaten us, saves lives. The desire to insist on one’s own way saves. Finding himself at the Auschwitz train station, undergoing selection, Viktor Frankl fell into the clutches of the executioner - Dr. Mengele. He grabbed him by the shoulders and turned him to the left - to where those doomed to the gas chamber were sent. But since, as Frankl writes, he did not see any colleagues he knew in that line, and his two young colleagues were pointed to the right, he walked behind Dr. Mengele - to the right! His confession to a friend on one of the first days upon his return to Vienna is unique. In it, Victor gave free rein to his feelings, but also made a paradoxical conclusion that changes everything! “Paul, when so many misfortunes happen to a person, when he is subjected to such trials, there must be some sense in this. I feel - I can’t express it otherwise - as if something is expected of me, something is demanded of me. I’m probably destined for something.” If we talk about life in the camp in relation to what can help us cope with anything, then we are talking about self-distancing, self-transcendence, that is, going beyond ourselves. So that with all our thoughts, with all our being, we strive towards the Meaning, which is in the future, in a situation that is desirable for us and, thus, serves as a vector for our growth, our development, which ultimately allows us to realize it! “I again and again I tried to distance myself from the suffering that surrounded me on all sides and for this purpose tried to objectify it. I remember how one morning we were led out of the camp in formation and I could no longer endure the hunger, the cold, the pain in my feet, which were swollen from hunger and then could only fit into open shoes - they were frostbitten and festered. The situation seemed hopeless to me and!