I had, like everyone else, good moments and tough moments in the history of the company. Altough, I had a few people who supported me. Such is a person who was our client, our friend, who was often with me when I was insecure. This man helped me financially in a difficult situation; he was available every time I told him I needed to talk. He was not a declared mentor, I always considered him that way. Sometimes he listened to me, other times he challenged me, he didn’t agree with some of my statements, I got frustrated, then I understood that he was doing it to give me other perspectives, that he was helping me become a better person.
We’ve known each other for twenty years. Whatever happens, I know that my level of appreciation and respect for this man will always be high, that I will never forget who was there for me, who gave me the time when I had the feeling that I no longer know what to do, when I felt somewhat alone in the world.
But such people are not everywhere. We don’t meet them on a daily basis. Some are, perhaps, beside us, from various interests, and others are there conjuncturally. Our journey together is like traveling by train: some have a ticket to the first station, others to the third, others are there for a long time. Of course, there are situations in which you are thrown off the train, but those are of a different kind, a lower one, I will not dwell on them.
Maybe we appreciate people only when time passes, maybe the years show us who is our supporter, who is a detractor, who gets rid of us like socks once used. Maybe we only learn when we experiment on our own skin, and the texts are just rubbish for many. But I think that if we do not learn to appreciate those who have been disinterested in us, through hard times, we put a dark stain on our own karma. The others will survive without us, but how do we look in the mirror?
