Where was my mentor?

When I look back at my life, I now realize that I could have – along the way – used plenty of mentoring. In fact, I almost got none; in thinking about it, I can recall even one single instance. Admonitions, yes, I got plenty of these, but good, old, solid mentoring, nope.

Sometime I wonder why it is that we must learn everything the hard way, when good knowledge is available, but so hard to find, so difficult to ask for and so awkward to dispense.