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Marvin Brato Sr

(March 2,1960 / Davao City, Philippines)

Mentor


A mentor...

Is a master
who molds
his student
to become
a master like him.

Have you meet your mentor?

Submitted: Monday, July 02, 2007
Edited: Friday, March 18, 2011

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  • Sandra Fowler (7/4/2007 3:01:00 PM)

    I have had wonderful mentors in my poetry life. I cherish each and every one of them.
    Nice write, Marvin.

    Warmest regards,

    Sandra (Report) Reply

  • Elysabeth Faslund (7/4/2007 7:10:00 AM)

    You are wise. The student almost always becomes the master. I remember the day, always will, when my mentor told me there was little else he could teach me.
    I was sad, hearing those words. You are an excellent writer to have written this! ! xxElysabeth (Report) Reply

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