In my early twenties I was still a new bride. As soon as we came back from our honeymoon my husband invited me to join him in a learning group. He explained how his mentor leads a group to study the holy book and how he was hoping that when he gets married his wife joins it. I felt excited to accompany him and to become a member of his group. His spiritual mentor became my mentor as well, teaching me how to read my holy book correctly, how to read between its lines and how to decode the hidden messages and integrate them in my daily life. This mentor, to whom I owe a lot, taught me how to be thankful for the blessings I have by giving to the less fortunate, how to share, how to feel for others and how to stay connected to my conscious.
Currently, after two decades, I still feel grateful to him for tying my heart to service. Every time I lead my students in a service project I remember his footstep on my path and try hard to be as contagious as he was; aiming to turn my students into compassionate and caring human beings.
My mentor had taught me by example that only a life lived for others is worth living.