Day 15

When I was young, 13-15 years old, I attended a youth camp for a week each summer. There was one woman, always working as a councilor, who seemed to be fond of me (and I of her). She mentored me, more or less. And now, 15 years later, she still seems to be an encouragement to me, even from a distance. I don't know what she saw in me, at the age of 13, but she cared for me enough to take time out of her life to impact mine.
I don't know what she may be facing in life right now. Perhaps everything is going great. Perhaps she doesn't "need" encouragement at this time. But I felt impressed to give it. I sent her an email, telling her of what she meant to me back then, as well as now. I guess I've just assumed she knew. Sometimes, we do that. We figure that since we have felt a certain way for so long, it must be common knowledge (at least common to the person we feel it for). But perhaps she didn't know. Perhaps she needed to be reassured that her efforts have made a difference. I don't know. But I figure it can't hurt. Maybe, it might even help.