Henry Williams ’19:
“I work at a summer camp called Hidden Hollow near Mansfield. I started going there when I was thirteen, and I was having a really fun week. But at the end of the week, there’s a dance. This was the fifth week of the camping season, so the last week. At this particular dance, what I didn’t know, is that everyone starts crying, literally everyone. Naturally I too started crying, and I didn’t understand why. But nonetheless, I was crying, and it was a weird, cleansing kind of crying. So at the end, I felt compelled to go to the program director of the summer camp, and I asked him, ‘Mr. Casy, why am I crying?’ which, in retrospect, is a really dumb question, but I still asked him. And he told me that crying is just the soul asking for water.Over the course of the next two years as a camper and being a counselor for four years now has grown to mean quite a bit to me. So on my third year on staff, Mr. Casy came back to DJ the dance. So after we put all of our kids to bed, I went up to him and asked him if he could explain this thing he said to me.