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I'd love to hear your answers to this question. My problem is narrowing it down to only person!
Without a doubt, my children. They were the leveller in my earlier life (and I had 2 before I was 21), kept me grounded. : )
It's actually taken me this long in life to understand your remark perfectly.
I think it was my first boss. I was hired at the local library as a 9th grader, for .75/hour (1968) to shelves books, check out materials, type new cards for people, take fines. The Head Librarian was a friend of my mom's, and I had been hanging out at the library from the time I was old enough to walk the mile to get there. My sister and I routinely won the summer reading program awards for most books devoured over the summer. Anyway, Mary Douglas was a warm, witty, and very intelligent role model for me at a critical time in my life. Home was not always a happy place, and my job gave me an escape, but also a place where I was respected for my abilities, encouraged, and loved. I stayed there through college summers, and my best adult job was in a library as well. Thank you, Mrs. D. Rest in peace.
I think it has to be Mr.Eaton, a high school teacher. He was supposed to teach "Current Events" but what we actually did was sit around in a circle and discuss whatever was on our (or his) mind. He was a super intelligent man and always treated his students with respect. He liked to listen to our ideas and encouraged us to think more deeply about the world around us. He wrote in my yearbook "I wish I could be you." This was quite a shock and really confused me. Ironically, a few years ago, I suddenly realized that, in the classroom, I myself had become Mr.Eaton.
This is one of the questions I dread in job interviews or speaking exams-- it's just to hard to choose one person and why.
I agree with Stranger in that it's hard to choose one person because many people can have an impact on your life over the years for so many different reasons.I can think of two off the top of my head. My Auntie Gwen (now deceased) because she was more of a mother to me than mine was. And my daughter because she's turning out to be a better mother than I was.
Always great to hear from visitors to Nomadic View. What's on your mind?