Yesterday I was doing my daily perusal of FaceBook when I came across this story from the Buffalo News. Shows you how out of touch I am with my homeland as I still know it as the Buffalo Evening News. That detail caught my eye first and I started to read the story and realized that it was about an old high school teacher of mine.
I might have blogged on him before as I did reconnect with him after many years and got a chance to have a phone conversation with him not that long ago. This is comparable to finding my Marine Corps Senior Drill Instructor and having a conversation with him also not long ago. And they are both gone now, graduated. So glad I took the time and energy to do that.
So here is the story of my high school German language teacher, Tibor Baranski.
“The rest of the story” is that in 1962 as a rather sophomoric youth I had no idea that I was working with such a hero. But I did appreciate him teaching me German Script, a form of cursive, that I excelled at and that moved my F to a D.
Off I go to the rest of the day. Always good loves, Felipé.
I read all the links I could find about him and his deep strength and unshakable resolve.
You are fortunate to have had his path cross yours! I am in awe of people with true heroism in their life. What inspiration —to know what Goodness and Conscience demand— and then to do it.
Steve our NWBC ~ There were so many in that “Greatest Generation” that did amazing things under the stress of those times. At risk of putting them too much on a pedestal every generation has their own version of stress and their quest for resolution. But now I pray for his soul. Felipé.