Once upon a time there lived a giant; he was very warm-hearted and extraordinarily good-natured.
The giant loved people and wanted to communicate with them. He wanted to listen what people were talking about and he wanted to speak with them. But he was afraid that he could frighten people because of his size and also because of his voice. So, whenever he spoke he used a much reduced voice; he never allowed himself to speak in his natural given loudness. But because he was that tall, people weren’t able to hear him and so it was very hard for him to be in touch with common people. This made him sad more and more.
One day his heart was already that heavy and so full of pain that he fell down on his knees and started crying, “Why am I such a damn giant? What did I wrong? Why am I punished in this way?”
Suddenly he noticed that he could hear people talking and he thought by himself, “Hey, being on my knees makes me shorter!” and so he didn’t stand up again. He was happy about his idea that he could listen what people were talking about and that it would be possible to talk to people now.
But the people didn’t react as he hoped. They just saw that he was moving on his knees and they looked at him with suspicion. They avoided being in touch with him – he still was too different. So he saddened again. He felt alone and with every single day his pain grew bigger and bigger.
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The people looked up to the giant and for the first time in his life he was recognized and respected. And for the first time in his life he really felt happy and completely satisfied.
And if the giant isn’t already dead, I’m sure he is still singing today; and in silent moments when you look up to the sky and watch the clouds moving and when you think you can hear the wind, then listen twice, because then it is possible to listen to the giants songs.
Copyright © 2010 Ingrid Prohaska