A long time ago, I cheered for my adorable smiling preschooler as he hit the tee, and finally the ball after his fifth swing. The following year, I asked Nikolas if he'd like to play T-ball again and he replied, "No, baseball is a waste of my life." A few years passed and Nikolas announced he'd like to give the sport another try.
Last summer, I received a call asking if I would be interested in being mentored by a former CEO of a Fortune 500 Company. A trusted colleague of mine had a friend who was starting a business called My Next Season, designed to transition executives and CEOs out of their corporate positions and into a meaningful retirement phase.
My own early years acclimating as a gay man carry some of the deepest wounds of my life. For a while, I sacrificed my education, carried shame about my sexuality, made horrible dating choices, and looked for my self-esteem in the nightclubs. Now I have a deep and visceral need to give Griffin the advice and friendship from an older gay man that I didn't have.