Mentors are everywhere. They are in high places and low. They are eloquent through their actions but also in the stillness of their patience. They will often speak poorly, with bad grammar or strong accents. I may believe we share no wisdom when they choose the wrong word or call me “dear” . When we meet I am often put off or anxious. “They” are too young or too strange to understand what I need, or care about how needy I am. Oh yes, youth hood embodies neediness.