Jack and the Beanstalk
By: Kaitlin White/Junior Writer
On the third of April in 1909, the strangest thing occurred to me at my castle in the sky. I was just relaxing between my therapy sessions when I heard a ruckus coming from downstairs. I thought to myself, “huh, that is strange, the next patient isn’t supposed to be here for another hour.” I decided to go and scope it out and see what all the commotion was about. Maybe my golden goose got stuck in her cage again, but to my surprise, I found my precious golden goose in the arms of a raggedy man with no good intentions. He had a bag of my coins wrapped around his neck and my golden harp tied around his back. I was hurt, why would someone want to steal from me, especially with all the people I help. You know, I may be a giant but I have feelings too, and I am extra sensitive! You are probably wondering why I became so sensitive. Well, let me take you back to the beginning.
Before I became the big ol’, super sensitive, therapist giant, I was a small little giant. I had a very crappy childhood and my giant family made fun of me for being so much smaller than everyone else. My siblings, all twelve of them, were twice the size of me for most of my childhood, that really made my self confidence suffer. My parents neglected me and made me feel worthless all the time. They told me I could never make a useful giant to them. They ran the E.G.K.I.P.C. (Evil Giants Killing Innocent People Committee). They took their business super seriously and they made my siblings understand the importance of the family business, but they excluded me from it because of my size. I was hurt and confused but now I understand that I would want nothing to do with being evil and killing innocent people for my profession. I realized I needed to stop my family from killing these people, so I had to do the unthinkable. I had to turn them into the police, which was a very hard thing to do because I don’t like hurting people. My family was so ashamed of me, and they said I was a pathetic excuse as a son and they disowned me.
Now that I think about it, I didn’t need that negativity in my life; I thrived in their absence. I finally grew into my giant genes and resembled a real giant. I was able to be who I truly was, a helper. I opened up my own therapy practice right in my family’s castle, which has been in my family for generations. I’ve been helping people for years now, almost two decades. As for the rest of my family, they were shipped off to a prison far away and they were sentenced to life in prison. I know what they did was wrong but they still are my family, and I still carry the guilt of sending them away. That guilt has made me very sensitive however. I love helping people and I think I could have helped them see the damage they did to people, and me, but honestly there was no possible way I could have saved them from themselves. They were too far gone for anyone to save. As they rot in prison, I’m here in this beautiful castle in the sky helping people that I can save from themselves, and that will always be enough for me.
Now that my backstory is out in the open I will continue with what that strange man stealing my stuff was about on the third of April in 1909. The day started as any other, I went downstairs fed my golden goose and myself some breakfast. After that, I headed upstairs and got ready for my appointments for the day, I took a shower and combed my hair. Before I knew it, it was time for my first appointment of the day. It was with this guy named Mark and he needed advice on what to do about his job, if he should quit or not. I told him that if this job is not making him a better person and it feels as if though he is not helping anyone then he should most likely find a job that will supply him that. He agreed and thanked me for my time and left.
It was a good session and my next one for the day wasn’t for a while so I head upstairs to relax. No more than an hour went by and that is when I heard the ruckus coming from downstairs. I chose to ignore it at first, I thought it was the golden goose moving around, but then I decided that something wasn’t right, and sure enough, everything was wrong. In front of my eyes, I saw a man stealing my goose, my harp, and a bag of my precious coins. I immediately felt sympathy for this man, I wonder what has made him make this decision.
I asked him, “Fee Fi Fo Fou, who has troubled you?”
The man answered, “My father, he destroyed my life and made me the terrible man that I am today, I have to steal to survive. No one will hire me, I am a failure!”
I asked for his name and replied with Jack.
“Jack, you don’t have to live like this, you are better than your father, you can overcome this!” I chanted.
Jack fell to the ground crying, “I don’t know how to be better!”
“Let me help you, my father ruined my life but look at me now, I turned my life around, you can too!” I shouted.
Jack gave back my goose and my harp. He reached for the coins and I told him to keep it and go start a better life for himself.
“Thank you,” Jack whispered.
I gained a client that day, in a very nontraditional way, I gained a client. However, he hands down was the best client I ever had. He turned his whole life around, he started his own business helping the poor get back on their feet. He got married and had a family. He completely changed and I don’t think that that would have happened if he hadn’t tried robbing me that day. Almost getting robbed was the greatest thing that happened to me because I got to help this amazing guy and he changed his life for the better.