After dinner, the children turned to Jacob and asked if he would tell

them a story.

"A story about what?" asked Jacob.

"About a giant," squealed the children.

Jacob smiled, leaned against the warm stones at the side of the fireplace,

and his voice turned softly inward.

"Once there was a boy who asked his father to take him to see the great

parade that passed through the village. The father, remembering the parade

from when he was a boy, quickly agreed, and the next morning the boy and

his father set out together.

"As they approached the parade route, people started to push in from all

sides, and the crowd grew thick. When the people along the way became

almost a wall; the father lifted his son and placed him on his shoulders.

"Soon the parade began and as it passed, the boy kept telling his father

how wonderful it was and how spectacular were the colors and images. The

boy, in fact, grew so prideful of what he saw that he mocked those who

saw less saying, even to his father, 'If only you could see what I see.'"

"But," said Jacob staring straight in the faces of the children, "what

the boy did not look at was why he could see. What the boy forgot was

that once his father, too, could see."

Then as if he had finished the story, Jacob stopped speaking.

"Is that it?" said a disappointed girl. "We thought you were going to

tell us a story about a giant."

"But I did," said Jacob. "I told you a story about a boy who could have

been a giant."

"How?" squealed the children.

"A giant," said Jacob, "is anyone who remembers we are all sitting on

someone else's shoulders."

"And what does it make us if we don't remember?" asked the boy.

"A burden," answered Jacob.