Ever since I was young I was told that I had a way with words. When my mother noticed my affinity for reading, a birthday never passed without her gift being a book. Like every young boy, I grew up reading The Hardy Boys, Alfred Hitchcock and the Three Investigators and the like. I was such a voracious reader I even read all of my sister's Sweet Dreams romance novels without shame, and always looked out for my favorite author.
But by far,I lived for reading any book written by the English writer Enid Blyton. Bless her for taking me through enchanted forests and magic faraway trees.
I still love to read, but when life got in the way I no longer had the luxury of reading thick novels, and I had to subsist via magazines and short books.
As chance would have it (is there such a thing?) a few years ago, I read a book called The Choice by Og Mandino. I remember that day clearly as I read it on my train to work. That morning re-awakened my passion for words, and especially my passion to write. For those of you who haven't read it yet I won't say more, except that it moved me so much that I couldn't concentrate at work. I actually made up an excuse to leave early that morning!
Ah, the power of the written word as only from the pen of those blessed with a special gift.
My passion is ...
Writing
I know too much about ...
Trivia
My parents always told me ...
Aim for the stars and you are bound to shoot over the treetops
My childhood ambition ...
To be famous
My favorite memory ...
When under the computer desk at home fixing something and my son who was four at the time, wanted to see what I was doing and crawled in front of me and put his head directly in front of my face so he could see too. He was oblivious to the fact that all I could see was his big head!
Why I write ...
To inspire people with the power of words
My first job ...
Believe it or not, teaching Management Accounting at a business school
My best moment ...
When I won a writing contest in our local paper
My inspiration ...
The imagination and writing style of author Og Mandino
In a few months my son will be nine years old. Wow, nine years old- one more year and he'll be in double digits. Echoes of the old cliche "It seems like only yesterday" reverberates in my head. And for all of you out there with kids, especially that category of kids who grow up too fast, well, you'll relate to my story. For those without kids, I think this will give you something to think about. I belong, in my opinion, to that group of sons who grew up without much of a relationship with their father. The most vivid memory I have of the both of us sharing a father-son moment was the day h...
More..Zaf R.
South Ozone Park, New York US
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