I had a mentor. She shared the same name with me...an adopted child (found out in later years), a year older.
She had courage, the guts to speak against anyone who opposed her and was never afraid to display her immense hatred for the headmistress.
Tough; remaining strong even after they transferred her to Henry Gurney's
Cold, ruthless and strong; bashing in the heads of fellow schoolmates who got on her nerves despite being outnumbered.
Yet all in all; she was nice to me, accepting the outsider, the outcast, the pipsqueak junior into her gang of school bad hats.
And that was enough to create a new mission in life; to make sure no one else suffers the same fate as I, being left out.
And then she left.
Without a note, only the wind telling me that you left your parents, had a child, cohabiting with your lover, substance abuse...the works. Funny, I didn't feel a loss.
Because I have someone else now to teach me more. Love of the life, friend for eternity, dear old Henry. :)
