Or maybe George knew that something was wrong, and he tried really hard to help you along.
My mom's stepdad tried really hard to help me along early in my life. He was the owner of a mid-size truck line and a cattle breeder. He taught me to drive and took me on the go-carts, bumper cars, and the Wild Mouse when I was just a kid. I was already having lots of problems at that point and everytime that I saw him he really helped distract me away from my problems. I was so vulnerable then and he treated me like a young partner. He always tried to encourage me right up until he died of a heart attack when I was just 13.
I too had a college professor who took me under his wing. I did so well until my first marriage collapsed. I'll never forget how much he helped me. He was Cleveland's former Planning Director, Professor Krumholz. They even tried to get me to come back three years after I had dropped out. They offered me a $9.00/hour internship at the Cleveland Transit Authority back in 1993. I'm still kicking myself that I wasn't able to accept their offer. Maybe now would be a good time to ask about it again.
Sadly, when I really could have used a guy like George at age 15, there wasn't one to be had. Your letter is very powerful, and I hope that George gets it. I have long wished that I could have written my grandfather to let him know how helpful he was to me and why.
Thanks for sharing.
"We stay here, we die here. We've got to keep moving". Trucker Mark