My Friend Eleanor

I went to the funeral of a friend today.  I will miss her.  I want to be more like her.

In reading this week I came across something that describes her perfectly.

“If you want to shape your own hero’s story, you first must know yourself and then 

choose challenges that help you develop a sense of mastery.  You must be willing to 

invest in the growth of others, prepare for and learn to embrace adversity and practice

 courageous acts of character building.” 

I learned things about my friend I had never known before.  Her daughter gave an excellent life sketch that made me love her even more.  You see, Eleanor always gave to me and asked very little in return.  She was the grandma I needed when my kids were small and my own mother lived far away.  She had the uncanny ability to know when I needed her and had just the right kind of support ready to help me through whatever hardship or grief I was experiencing at the time.  She never let on of the things she had already suffered in her life, she only shared the wisdom she had learned from them. 

She was willing to invest in my growth having already embraced adversity and courageously moved on from it.  She was one of the happiest people I know.  

Much of my course work has talked about finding mentors, people who have been where I am and already know the ropes.  I am to search for those I want to emulate and learn to be successful from them.  But, am I a mentor for someone else?  This is the question I have had on my mind this week.  Am I helping to lead others down the paths I have already gone through?  Can I do more for others so they see the path for themselves?  Can I be an Eleanor for some else?

I want to be.  I can be.  This is what we are here for.  This is what I need to learn to do, or become better at doing.