The Mentor

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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 worked long hours to provide all she could. How her mother’s best friend was so opposite in height and mannerisms and how light and shadows in your life strengthen love. She knew pain as any child would but the love felt warmed the pain. Of growing up and going to work which enabled her to buy a sewing machine to make new clothes but not of the second hand clothes she had known to be a part of her life. She found good in the bad all through her life. She grew up and married a service man returning from the Army, connecting with another who looked forward in life rather than reflect on what was not present. He worked long hours away from home during the week, traveling the roads and selling to make a living as she applied her years of being with only a mother now to five those days he was gone. She always looked forward to the weekend and Sunday, even though Monday would come again and a new week would unfold. Though she didn’t look back unless it was remembering something that made her happy and for just a little while together again in a previous day. The last three years of her husband’s life were spent in a city alone where they only shared each other making new memories even for a short time she spoke of all her remaining years. When he died, her dreams would once again take her to the times of life when happiness filled her senses and they would speak again. Awake, she only moved forward. Life to her was one day at a time reaching forward. She truly did accentuate the positive and eliminate the negative from her days. The last time I saw her, the eyes were swollen and red in pain as she attempted to speak of her youngest brother who had just died unexpectedly. Not from looking back, looking forward to life without him. She has touched my heart and thoughts at this time for her positive motion and unrelenting passion in going forward and being positive about her world and existence. Somebody I thought I knew so well and at times I wonder if I even knew parts of her which would have connected my soul to so many more realizations. As the world at this time is full of distrust and angered over movement in Washington I think of your positive outlook on going forward and knowing from life’s experience the pain of today will be understood in the days of our tomorrows. Understanding pain can only take you one new direction and that is too hope, the other is of yesterday and tomorrow is of hope. Tomorrow is yet to be created and how we look towards tomorrow will determine the creation. If today is pain address tomorrow as hope and dreams. Let those hopes and dreams swell through you and take you forward, the canvas is still empty and only you can decide the brilliance or darkness of your palette. Paint over your shadows into the brilliance of tomorrow and see life forward in being the stillness of peace and redesigning your canvas. Let hope guide your hands and motions moving your actions and reactions into defining your choices. Think of your life’s mentors or be one to another in accentuating the positive of your life. I miss this person in my life and I am only grateful I was chosen long before birth to be mentored by her. I love you mom!

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