When I was young my father and I threw stones. But these stones never skimmed lakes. Rather, these stones were flung in Budapest, toward invading Soviet tanks.
Truth be told, I wasn't there—I wasn't even born. But every year, sure enough, on October 23rd, I will remember the time in that dark, lonely alley in Budapest, the one in which we were nearly hung.
I can feel the relief to be rescued; to have the noose removed from 'round our necks. Like David to Goliath, I can see our arms at the ready; stone projectiles waiting to be let loose. In the end, we will have lost, but all the same, I'll say, "Dad, I wish we could have won".
Apu, we never got to get back home, back to Budapest. Please look down from where you are, and know that now, I'm just a stone's throw from going back home.
István Lee Bodor is an Hungarian-American (Dual citizen) living in Southern California. He is in the last semester of nursing school with the County of Los Angeles. Most importantly, he's a proud father of three beautiful children.