Mentor And Friend

Mind wandering aimlessly around the room, watching and observing everything that is going on. Alighting on a gentleman, named Tom, having gotten to know him very well, enjoying his intellect and contented laid-back personality, loving to converse with him on many different subjects. His mind prodding, poking, getting me to think about what it is that I am writing, at times wanting to dig my heels in yet not being able to, because he is continually pushing my limits beyond what I thought they could endure. Somehow he knows that my boundaries can be stretched limitlessly in any direction and he entices my mind and intellect where he wants me to go. Interested in everything he gives me to read and think about, asking me to write extensively on each subject to his content. Personally being a mentor, never judging, yet pushing intellect to match his, with an expectant hope and promise of a smile, a light shining in his eyes when I have lived up to or surpassed his expectations every time.