Grandfather had asked the boys to fetch water from the well.
Steve carried a very heavy clay jug, while little Kynthos carried a small one. Now, they stood at the bottom of a very long, steep dirt path leading back home.
Halfway up, Steve dropped his jug with a thud.
"It's too far! I can't do it!" he complained, looking all the way up to the top of the very long hill. His arms ached.
Grandfather walked up beside him and pointed down at Steve's dusty sandals.
"Can you take just one more step?" Grandfather asked.
"Yes," Steve muttered.
"Then only carry the step you are on," Grandfather said gently.
"Do not try to carry the whole hill at once."
Steve picked up the jug. This time, he bowed his head and stopped looking at the top of the hill.
He focused only on the dirt right in front of him, taking it one step at a time, until he suddenly realized he was already home.
