Yesterday we were talking about the idea of mentoring being a lifestyle that takes place all the time and maybe in the least likely places.  I had three little stories about things that I ran into on the way back from SF that I participated in that qualify for mentoring on the fly.  Just to review, one was the story of the hundred dollar bill at the security line at the airport.

Two took place at the bus transfer station as I bused my way from the airport to the ferry dock.  I realized that I didn’t have the exact change to ride the final leg of my bus journey so I decided to duck into the Mc Donald’s  to grab a milk shake and maybe come out of there with some quarters.  I’m in the line and I get up to the young man who is going to take my order when behind me two women start this extremely loud argument peppered with numerous mention of the f word.  It has everyone’s attention but I’m not going there, who are they anyway to stand between me and my shake?

The young man who is about to get mentored is glued to the combatants, his body is facing me but his eyeballs are locked in at a 45 degree angle to the side.  I wave my hand in front of his face and say the word milkshake.  I say this again and finally get him.  Keep on task man!  In the end he gave me the wrong flavor but I went with it.

So, that was just quirky little story number two.  Chances are we will never see those folks again as we mentor on the fly through the quirky stories of our lives but that’s apparently how it is supposed to be.  And that doesn’t mean something significant didn’t happen though.

OK, that’s that, and on to reading Richard Rohr’s and Terry Hershey’s blogs and then a walk.  Then maybe I will find the magic words to get my tractor to run.  See you tomorrow, love on the fly, Felipe.x