That's so great, Reg. I was mentoring a young boy ten years ago. I'd take him sledding, mini-golfing, throwing a boomerang — that sort of thing but after a while, I began to worry that maybe I was setting myself up for an accusation of child abuse by his grandmother who was raising him. She was a bit of a scammer and I worried that she would maybe turn the tables on me. It was just Manny and me. A feeling inside me kept telling me to end it. And so I did. I remember driving back from the mall near the apartments where he lived and seeing him out alone riding his bike a year later. He reminded me of a lost puppy and I felt so bad that I was no longer in his life. Reading what you wrote really brings a smile to my face because I would've loved that experience. Thanks for sharing. 

Kevin g