The mentor was a wise old man. He had lived a very interesting life at a time when knowledge wasn’t as readily available as it is today. The mentor always seemed to have the answers, even to the questions that didn’t exist in his time.
So he sat quietly and told the mentor the story of his old friend. He spoke in detail, for a few minutes, of the day at the park bench. He spoke about his old friend being lost in memory lane. And then he asked the question…”Why is my old friend holding on so tightly?”
There was silence. The mentor didn’t say anything. The room was filled with an emptiness, the unspoken quiet. Neither said anything more. The mentor was there but he wasn’t there. The mentor was somewhere else. Somewhere where the answers to questions are found. So he sat in silence waiting for the mentor’s response. Continue reading The Mentor Was a Wise Old Man