Joe woke early, before the alarm, something that almost never happened. With dawn still struggling to chase the night away, it wasn’t light that woke him. Climbing out of bed, rubbing his eyes, he tried to get them to focus.
Shapes all blended into shadows. Shadows played tricks on the eyes.
Then he saw it. At the foot of his bed was a new backpack. On the top of the main compartment were the words, JEB Wizard.
Hmm, Joe thought, not only is grandfather fast but he can be very quiet when he wants to be.
After getting dressed, Joe bounced down the stairs carrying his new backpack.
“Where’d that come from?” his mother asked.
“I dunno, it was next to my bed this morning.”
“Ah, I remember now. Your grandfather bought that a while ago, said to hold onto it until you needed it. Your father must have seen the torn one and put it there before he left for work.”
Joe shrugged, hmm, he thought, maybe that’s what woke me. “Yeah, I think I heard him, but it was too dark to see anything.”
“Not even with the hall light on?” his mother said.
“Must have been too groggy,” he answered, dropping the backpack on the floor and then sitting at the table.
“Knowing your father, he probably tried to sneak in and scare you, then decided to let you sleep. Come on now, hurry and eat or you’ll be late.”
“Okay, but can I ask you something?”
“Of course,” his mother said, putting the finishing touches on his lunch.
“What’s JEB Wizard mean?”
As the words came out of his mouth, his mother spun around. “What did you say?”
“JEB Wizard,” Joe said, pointing at the bag. “It’s written on top.”
His mother walked over, then bent down to get a better look. “Well, I’ll be.”
“You’ll be what?” Joe asked, wolfing down his breakfast.
“It was a story your grandfather always told me when I was a little girl. About a wizard and a star. A gift from a Christmas star.”
“Really? What was the story?”
“We don’t have time now,” his mother said, glancing at Alexa, “but I will tell you what JEB means.”
Joe waited for his mother to explain, she seemed lost in her thoughts.
“Ah, are you telling me today or anytime soon?” Joe smiled.
His mother chuckled. “Sorry, I was just remembering the first time I heard the story. I was about your age. Your grandfather didn’t just tell the story; he made it so as if we were part of it.”
Her eyes became a bit misty. “He loves, ah,” and she wiped away a tear, “telling stories.”
Joe smiled, remembering all the stories his grandfather told him. “Okay, mom, I gotta go. What does JEB mean?”
His mother put her hand on his shoulder. “Your grandfather loves to say this all the time. He said to always live your life like this, and it will be a happy one,” taking a deep breath. “JEB means Journey, Engage, Believe.”
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Tomorrow: Open Your Mind to the Magic




