It is a very moving story about a great Saint, and it makes me think about how for one man to die, the other had to live in his place. Gajowniczek had to learn to acept that someone gave his life for his, and yet ideally still feel no guilt or unworthiness for himself that he got to stay alive, since Kolbe did it voluntarily as he could in that Nazi camp.
Even though Gajowniczek didn't ask Kolbe to die, I would still feel very strange in his place. I guess gratefulness, the gratefulness he paid at his graveside, was the best he could do and I'm sure God would find it enough.
Thanks for posting it.