>>5740327 When I was a kid my mom worked as massage therapist and took me with her to a house call once. Her client was a young woman who worked in comics, the good old painful shoulder and arm.
I was a quiet kid and kept to myself, drawing in a corner while mom worked and her client noticed me. She showed me her workspace afterwards, said I could grown up to be an artist if I wanted to and gave me some of the supplies she had on her desk.
It was so long ago that I can't remember her name or even her face, but I remember her kindness. To me, success would be making enough money to afford to open some kind of atelier where kids can come to learn for free, supplies included.
