Happy Birthday to my dad who passed away over a year ago. My mom passed away last October. One memory that really sums up my dad: we were about to get off a ferry somewhere in Norway (I was a kid) and everyone was pressing towards an exit that wasn’t open but with the zombie crowd thinking, they had all decided to blindly follow those in front of them. Just like sheep to the slaughter. My dad wasn’t having any of that. He turned around and started to move against the tide, in… the “wrong” direction. As usual, I was embarrassed that my dad was causing a scene, triggering dirty looks and comments (unintelligible) from those around us. Why couldn’t he just blend in and be patient for once? But no, he forged onward advising in a loud voice that everyone should follow him, and sure enough, we made it out of that hot press of bodies to fresh air, space and an open exit, which we walked through to freedom. The entire mass of people had shifted direction to follow us, and in keeping with the fickle nature of the crowd, they were now smiling instead of sneering. It seems like a small thing, easily forgotten but such experiences had a profound influence in my life. I learned in this manner to think for myself and not be intimidated by groups of people putting pressure on me. The crowds wouldn’t always necessarily end of smiling and sometimes I might make mistakes about the best path, but it was important to make my own choices, learn from them and use my own brain to reach conclusions. That trait in my dad probably caused within me the most irritation and embarrassment, as well as the most pride and budding courage. I loved him for setting an example that I could hold onto later in life when times were tough and I wanted to give up on my beliefs or the difficult paths I had chosen. That childhood training saw me through.
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I am, more than anything, a Traveler, always seeking new ways to learn and grow. Especially in these challenging times, I am a passionate advocate of free speech. The practice of martial arts is a way of life for me. I am the co-founder of InsideOUT Writers, a creative writing program for incarcerated youth, and the founder of the MY WORLD PROJECT, connecting youth in remote areas through art and writing. I'm happiest living out of a suitcase and seeing where the next step in my journey will take me. For the past three years that has meant living in Luxor, Egypt, where I started the first boxing club for girls on the West Bank. I'm the author of numerous children's books and essays, as well as the Urban Fantasy series NIGHT ANGELS CHRONICLES. This year sees publication of my sci-fi/dark fantasy work, FIREFLY LANE, with Terror House Press. At the moment, I'm riding out this pandemic in Phoenix, but who can say where tomorrow will take me. View all posts by KH Mezek