I work with youth, organizing outdoor adventure events for families, children’s camps, and travel camps. In my work, I focus mainly on the relationships between fathers and their sons, raising awareness of true masculinity, the upbringing of today’s boys, and awakening their dads. As part of this therapeutic work, I run a non-profit organization with a group of friends called Goodman, with its development program, Goodman Road. I'm a huge lover of nature and a storyteller of forest creatures. My beliefs are: The right man can only be raised by another man. A Good man. And another one: Protect the trees, learn to listen to them, and in doing so, we will save ourselves.
Every man, whether young or old, is shaped by his life stories. Whether they are positive or rather painful. It all counts. Our life throws everything into one basket, into a life blender, mixes it all together, and from that mash, it continues to shape our character. And as they say, some stories are priceless. They are not so easily lived through. And that’s why we shouldn’t keep them just for ourselves, and if possible, we should use them to pass on our life experiences to others.
The older I get, the more I need them. What exactly? Small daily rituals. Regular actions that bring order to my daily rhythm. And in today's age of digital procrastination, they are more necessary than ever. Yes, even we fifty-year-olds sometimes just lie around on social media and let it consume us. That’s when it feels like having a daily routine is almost impossible to find.
Very often, when I talk to my friends about whether they tell bedtime stories or fairytales to their kids, I hear their disagreements. Yeah, sure, you have such a great imagination, you can come up with that stuff. I’ve never made anything like that up, I just can’t, I’m not good at it, and I kind of go around in circles.
I remember when I was a little boy, about ten years old, we had a forest behind our cottage in South Bohemia called Pavlovka. It was named after the village or district of Pavlov, where our cottage stood. And that forest rustled.
Everyone who goes mushroom picking in the forest has their special spots where they’re sure to find a mushroom or two. Our family has such a forest in the Lužické Mountains, between the villages of Kytlice and Krásné Pole. A mixed forest where you can find just about every type of tree and shrub.
Three words, what is that? Three words is my favorite activity. Ever since my kids were little, I’ve been telling them stories. I wasn’t really into reading the classic ones, and since I didn’t want to change them into funny or different versions, I started making up my own fairy tales for them. Every evening, we’d turn off the lamp, and the kids would come up with three words. Just three, so I could quickly put them together into a meaningful little story or fairy tale.
I love blueberries. Their sweet taste that melts on your tongue when you bite into one of those crispy little berries. You do too, right? Who wouldn’t love them? I think when nature was creating these forest-blue delicious fruits, it must have been feeling a little soft-hearted. It woke up to a beautiful sunny morning and thought, “Hmmm... I’m feeling so great today, I think I’ll make something special for the world, something sweet.” And so, it created blueberries. Just like that, poof, and they were here.
"Dad, tell me a story from when you were young, something real from your life." "What do you want to hear?" "Anything." It's a great feeling when your son casually lets you know that you're already past your prime. Of course, I say that with a bit of humor. The important thing is that he’s interested in hearing stories from your life.
Láďa Mašát, my karate coach, once gave me a cut off from a magazine. At that time, we were discussing the importance of male role models in the upbringing of young karate kids. We noticed that, in most cases, the children came to karate classes with their mothers, and we rarely encountered fathers waiting for their children. I am truly grateful for those fathers who attened with their kids.