I’ve been thinking about my mentoring kids a lot lately. Probably because it’s coming up on Father’s Day and many of these kids end up being paired with a mentor because of the lack of an adult male role model.
I’ve been derelict in my duties, mostly because of intimidation. Intimidation because the work is too great and I’m just me. There are literally millions of kids out there. I can’t be there for every single one of them like I want to be. I could name five off the top of my head that I wish I had the time for and I don’t. I’m disturbed by that.
Truthfully, I’m disturbed by a lot of things I see. And so I am back. I’m back because I have to say something.
I have to say something about these millions of kids out there who need someone in their life to show up and hang out and show them that they matter.
I have to say something about these kids that we are saddling with college loan debt, many times in the six figures, with almost no employable skills. There has to be a better way.
I have to say something about these kids that we are telling college is the only way to be successful in life. I find myself many times looking at people I grew up with who went into a trade and look at where they are now. Why isn’t someone explaining this is indeed a viable career path? Or rather, I know that someone is saying these things. I know there a few people out there pointing this out. What I want to know is why aren’t we shouting this from the rooftops?
I have to say something about getting in front of these kids and showing them we care. Showing them they really aren’t invisible idiots who we don’t care about. I have to say something to them and to us. It’s our job as the adults to join together and leave this place a little better than it was when we found it. I’m honestly not certain that we’re doing that right now.
So, yeah, the Mack (that’s me, and don’t worry, I’m aware that A) no one uses that terminology anymore and B) referring to myself as The Mack actually makes me a dork and I’m cool with it) is back and I have a lot to say.
It’s been boiling over in my head for too long now and I’ve been trying to make sense of it. I’ve been hung up on writing perfect words and getting everything just right. None of it matters to be really honest.
And if in the end, I write down a million words and burn it all in a large pile so no one ever sees it again at least I’ll be able to say I tried. And that’s better than doing nothing.