Two Encounters
Earlier this week I had dinner in Texas with an 87 year old man who has been mayor of his small town for 12 years. Yes, a political dynasty that began when he was 75. We spoke about his philanthropy work, his grandchildren, mutual acquaintences and his lovely wife who is 85. His was and is a life well lived. A life full of joy and still meaningful because of the service he continues to give.
Today I spoke a teenage girl who is repeating the ninth grade because the first time through she was homeless and addicted to drugs and alcohol. I asked her what caused her to turn her life around. She said it was her aunt who took her in and showed her what a real family is like. And it was her teachers in the small Idaho town where she now lives who mentored her and showed they care. In speaking with this young woman, you would never sense the rough life she has had. She was not bitter but full of hope.
These encounters caused me to step back and reflect. Am I living a life I will be proud of when I am in my late eighties. Am I a good enough mentor to those in need.