The Mentor
The Mentor 47 years of my life included a mentor of giving and receiving present though not intrusive. Raised in a single parent home with two brothers from the time she was four and the oldest of siblings, she spoke to me about life and times of this period, of the depression and years that followed through her life. Being raised in a home she knew love, of the two double beds in a single bedroom where stories were shared between the family not of lack being less than a bedroom for each. Of a mother who found the ways to share from the very least of money they had, yet not of not having enough. Stories of Old Doc Thornton dropping by, though not stories of not enough money for the doctor. Stories of a special Christmas when each was surprised by an unexpected gift not of only being one gift and lacking more under a tree. Stories of her mother’s friends and her aunt and uncle which kept her when her mother was working and riding on her uncle’s shoulders, but not of a mother who work