My first and most memorable mentor was a woman who I met through a professional organization. Reflecting back, I was probably somewhere in my late twenties and she in her late forties. She must have seen something in me that provoked her to take me under her wing. I can’t honestly say I knew at the time this was a “mentoring” relationship. The first time it really hit home was when we were on a flight to Harvard in an attempt to evaluate their Travel department. I was still in the “pinch me is this real” phase, as I listened to her from across the aisle. At some point in the conversation she looked at me and said, “By the way, I think you would be a good teacher”. I’m sure I smiled and maybe even asked why. The following year we found out that she had cancer and she died shortly afterward. I’ve never had a chance to tell her how much I appreciated her or what she did for me. This one-act of kindness aka mentoring, changed my life completely. As a result, I do consulting now, which in my opinion can be the equivilant of “teaching”, but more importantly, I seek out opportunities to mentor whenever possible. ~Thank you P J Vanderpool~ and ~Thank you Word Press for giving me the chance to finally put this into words.