Friday, January 15, 2010

mr. volel

it's always so interesting to me how connected we all are. 6 degrees of separation. it never seems to take long to make some connection when meeting a new person or traveling to a new place. jewish geography. new york city is filled with so many people, in such a small amount of space, it's no surprise we run into people we know all the time on the street. when you think about all the kids you went to school with, teachers who taught you, people you worked with...you could potentially run into many memories.

attending dalton casts a wide net. it's inevitable that at some point you read about someone you went to school with...whether the person is an artist, musician, author, politician, doctor, and even your teacher. 10 years after i graduated from high school, my favorite teacher was shot and killed in haiti. mr. volel taught me math and life.  he was dramatic and smart and kind, with a smile that lit up the room and a booming voice.

mr. volel left haiti in 1965 to escape discrimination by the duvalier regime. he was a lawyer with a passionate sense of right and wrong. while teaching, he wove in stories of haiti and his desire to give back and go back to run for president. i remember hearing mr. volel had a daughter who graduated from dalton in the 90s a few years after he died. i've been thinking about her a lot this week and hope she's not living in haiti now.

wwcd: it's hard not to feel connected to haiti after hearing so many stories, so many years ago

1 comment:

  1. The connections we have to each other are not illusions. The illusion is that we are separate.

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