Art of storytelling

Here begins a piece praising the under appreciated skills of my husband. Unbeknownst to himself he is spearheading the grassroots movement advocating for a move back to storytelling in its most pure form. Storytelling is one of the oldest and most human forms of entertainment which transcends all racial, cultural, and historical barriers. Storytelling knows no bounds. Somehow the superhuman part of Jakob knows this all to be true and has bestowed upon him a gift of this particular art.  This man can tell stories to save lives (or at least get children to walk incredible distances.) I don't know how he does it or where it all comes from but he can make up captivating sagas that last hours and hours and hours. No joke I have heard him telling stories for 10 hours without pause. And they don't repeat! It is just endless new plot lines and adventures created in real time that build and build. I like telling stories but really I don't even bother anymore because what's the point in saving the damsel when superman is right there to catch her. And truth be told my stories pale in comparison. I didn't understand why Tova was always so annoyed by my stories until I had her repeat some of Jakob's to me. How can gentle short moral based tales compare with sagas full of creatures and danger and vomit and magic?

I feel like there is a missed opportunity here. If only some one would wear camo, smear themselves in clay and sneakily follow behind Jakob while we hike with a recording device the world would be richer (and maybe we would too). Another five day hike and we could easily have a year's worth of podcasts. The world needs good storytellers and I nominate Jakob.

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