I’ve Never Had a Mentor
I’ve never had a mentor…you know…someone who has your best interest at heart who provides advice to move your life along in a positive way.
My dad was not a mentor. I was thinking about our years together the other day, and I could not recall a moment that he suggested any advice which might advance my well being. Wait a minute---I just recalled that he did talk about the possibility of my going to Tulane on a Navy scholarship. I rejected the offer firmly and immediately.
My first superintendent, Mr. Simmons, suggested that I should prepare for his job. I rejected his suggestion firmly and immediately.
Mr. Nixon, an ex-superintendent and junior high principal, suggested that he saw my future at Blinn College, an excellent junior college a few miles south of Somerille. I rejected his suggestion firmly and immediately.
Each of these men took a shot at mentoring me, and they could have been giving good advice…they tried, and I appreciate their efforts.
I suppose the reason I rejected these potential mentors’ suggestions firmly and immediately was that they had greater ambitions for me than I had for myself.
Like Dad, I have very little potential as a mentor. Well, I have advice for folks---but it doesn’t rise to the level of life-altering advice. I think it’s in my best interest to give mentoring advice to young men---not young women. Well, I do have one piece of advice for young women: don’t handicap yourself by marrying the first guy who says, “I LUV YOU.”
Enough said.
As for young men…
1.If a young fellow is about to get married, I suggest he buy a large chest to put his belongings in because his new bride will surely banish his belongings from their shared abode.
2.If a young fellow plays golf, I suggest that he assume a posture when he addresses the ball so that from a hundred yards away he at least makes it appear that he knows what he’s doing…even if he doesn’t.
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3.Bathe regularly and use deoderant.
That’s about the sum total of my mentoring.
You’re welcome.
enough