“Spirit,” he uttered softly, “why did someone not tell me? Did not anyone care enough to warn me what I was becoming?” “Jacob,” he said imploringly, “every day of your life we called to you.” “I never heard you!” “We reached out to you in every way possible. In thoughts and feelings, by the interactions of others in your way. Why, even your name—that was a sign for you to remember your heritage, to feel the possibility of greatness that was in you. But you discarded it.”
