My dad was my mentor. We have been through so much together. He raised me and my 3 brothers on his own after my mum cheated. She was causing hassle after even my dad taking on the debt. He is my hero.

I have had many mentors in my life, but the one who I always think of when asked this question is my fifth grade teacher, Mrs. Brinkmeyer. It was a very difficult time in my life. My dad's drinking was worsening and my Mom, I now believe, was going through depression, and trying to hold everything together and work. I wasn't being emotionally nurtured. Mrs. Brinkmeyer would talk to me about all the books I read and read all the stories I wrote. She was also the one who got the social worker involved when I went through a depression and got me extra help in math. She understood how awful my math anxiety was then. She would read to us after lunch everyday from a chosen young adult novel. When we finished one we would start another. No one read to me at home. I will always remember her help and concern and love her to my dying day.

My mentor was my nana Rose she was my nan, my mum, my nurse(she actually was a nurse), my best friend. She was everything to me. She taught me so much. But I had another mentor my grandad Bill (they where married) he was my dad and my best friend. I loved them both so much. They taught me about life about and love and how to be kind and God. I just miss them so much. I've raised my kids with the same standards and morals and they to are my best friends. Xx

My dad would be my mentor as he taught me how to fix and make stuff. There wasn’t much he couldn’t fix. I learned how to gerryrig stuff so it would work. And I felt very loved!

Thanks very much for the question. My initial thoughts were that I never really had a mentor as such growing up but as I thought back, my PE teacher, Mr Pearson, suddenly popped into my mind. He specialised in athletics and seemed to see something in me as a young teenager that I never quite saw in myself and perhaps never really felt was seen at home either. From around the age of 11 until I left school at 16, he took me under his wing, taking me to county school championships along the way. He always looked for the best in everyone and encouraged them to be the best version of themselves. He treated everyone the same and was a great man.
Now, more than 55 years later, I can still picture his face clearly and remember the confidence he had in me. In many ways, he gave me a belief in myself that I badly needed at that time in my life and perhaps became a kind of father figure to me as well.
As for my mum, I wouldn’t describe her as a mentor exactly but she was absolutely my best friend and cared for me with great love throughout her life. She had a hard life and was a very sensitive soul and looking back now, I genuinely wonder if she may have had undiagnosed fibromyalgia herself. She would often say, ‘I’m tired of being tired’ and I understand those words far more deeply now than I did back then.
She was a truly lovely person and someone I will always carry with great love in my heart.
Thanks again for the question. It brought back many warm memories and emotions for me.