third times a charm

I once heard a story from the Holocaust. I don't remember the all the details but with a story like this the details really aren't that important. There were a group of standing in front of a very deep and wide pit, the Nazi's had lined up the entire Jewish population of the village on one side of the pit, and told them if they leaped over this huge pit they would live, but if they fell in they would be killed, and if they refused to jump they would also be gunned down. So people started jumping, and falling into and being gunned down. now there was the rabbi of the village, a very old man, he took one step and with a giant leap made it all the way over the pit to the other side, and he was followed by another man who he was unfamiliar with. (its been a while since I've heard this story so it might not make total sense here and there but the point im getting to does) So someone asks the rabbi how me managed to jump the distance over the pit. So the rabbi says "i saw in front of my my forefather Abraham holding hands with his son Issac who was holding hands with his sons, and they were all holding each others hands all the way down the line to my grandfather and my own father, and then we we jumped, each father pulling there son over the pit in one long unbroken line". So the rabbi turn to the other man and asks him how he managed to jump accross, and the man says rebbe, i held onto you!......... Anyway the point of this story is supposed to be that a (jewish) person is supposed to be aware of their heritage and where they come from or something. Man I really need to write these posts in one shot insted of over a few days.