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No Ordinary Boy Paperback – June 15, 2003
About the Author
Known for more than fifty years as the man you see on TV in Arizona, Jack Jacobson is now also known as an author of books for young adults. Its quite a change for the one-time comic who entertained troops from North Africa to England to the beaches of Normandy and even the Battle of the Bulge, for which he received the Bronze Star Medal and the Jubilee of Freedom from the government of France.
Jacobson is a member of the Arizona Broadcasters Hall of Fame, a recipient of the Tucson Ad Clubs Silver Medal Award, and a member of the National Academy of Arts and Sciences Silver Circle Society.
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He was a young boy, but his looks belied his age. His eyes reflected the wisdom and knowledge of someone older than his twelve years.
He was strong and lean and taller than most youngsters his age. His smooth, dark, handsome face and prominent nose were overshadowed by his penetrating, deep, brown eyes.
His name was Yeshua. He was the son of the carpenter Yoseph and his wife, Miriam. They lived in the town of Nazareth in Galilee.
After spending most of the day in his fathers shop learning his trade, Yeshua was ready to relax outdoors. His mind hadnt been on his work this day. He had been constantly staring out of the windows daydreaming.
Yoseph had scolded him a few times, but inwardly he smiled, thinking what a fine young man and excellent apprentice he was.
It had taken Yeshua no time at all to learn about the uses and care of the many tools of the carpenters trade.
He knew the best woods to be used in the crafting of fine furniture and he wasnt afraid to get his hands dirty or calloused in doing his share of the labor.
Yoseph also knew that the boy was very special, but just like any other child his age, he needed time to run and play.
Yeshua, in his daydreaming, had spotted something moving in the pile of wood stored behind the shop.
He looked around for his father to tell him he was going out for a while. Yoseph had left for a moment to speak to the shop owner next door.
Yeshua shrugged and wandered out back. He crept up to the pile of wood and watched intently. A rabbit, nose twitching, eyes wide with fright, jumped up and hopped quickly away. Yeshua laughed with delight and ran after it.
Soon he tired of the chase and found himself at the base of the rugged limestone hills. He turned his face toward the heavens and stretched out his arms. Closing his eyes he smiled as the warm sun and gentle breeze played over him.
He began to climb, pulling himself up and over the large boulders, slipping and sliding over the rocks, sometimes jumping from one to another like a mountain goat.
He was having so much fun he lost track of time. The sun was lower in the western sky. The shadows grew longer, and still he climbed.
Suddenly he paused, he thought he heard someone cry out. He strained his ears and listened. Yes, there it was again. High above him, it sounded like someone in trouble.
Without hesitating, Yeshua scrambled over the rocks to see if he could be of help.