By Charles Towne                        

An acorn falls to the ground and lays there.  Oh, how it bemoans its fate imagining it can go no lower.  It has reached the very depths of despair.

A squirrel, scavenging for food, found the little acorn and picked it up. The acorn thought to itself, “WHOOPEE, I am saved; no longer must I lay here in the dirt and dust all covered by leaves; now I shall be restored to the top of the tree where I belong.”

But, ’the best-laid plans of mice, men, and little acorns oft times go awry, for the squirrel began digging.

The hole that the squirrel dug was not much of a hole as holes go, no grand canyonesque hole, huh uh, nope.  It was quite an insignificant hole, a little tiny baby hole, a hole just right for burying acorns, sort of hole.

The squirrel dropped the acorn into the hole and with no fanfare, unceremoniously began filling in the hole.

The little acorn,( I don’t know what its name was, or even if acorns have names,) gave a little cry of terror.  It should be noted that you have to listen very carefully to hear an acorn say anything and this was a very tiny acorn and not even the squirrel heard it.

And now the acorn knew that it had fallen as far as an acorn could fall.

The acorn lay there under the ground and wondered if it would ever again be able to be a healthy acorn and hang high in the air and feel the rain and the wind.

Time passed.

If the little acorn could have wished itself free of its earthy prison, it would have been back up there on its branch many times, but no, it was not to be for the little acorn was where it was meant to be.

One day, after the little acorn had accepted its fate and had ‘adjusted’ to its station in life it felt something strange, a stirring within, a bursting forth, an exploding!

“What is happening to me?” it shouted in its little, tiny acorn voice.

The acorn felt itself expanding, and it realized that its beautiful shell was splitting.

“Oh, I am destroyed, I am to be no more!”  And it wondered if this was what it was like to die.

And time passed.

.And one day the little acorn woke to realize that it was no longer under the ground!

Something wonderful had happened; something the little acorn couldn’t explain.

The little acorn was no longer a little acorn.

And eventually, after much time had passed, the little acorn became a mighty oak tree with lots and lots of little acorns of its own and some of those little acorns became oak trees.

Hmmm, people are sorta’ like little acorns, don’t you think?


Charles Towne is first and foremost a Christian. An octogenarian, author, journalist, wildlife photographer, naturalist, caregiver, and survivor, his life has been and continues to be, a never-ending adventure filled with possibilities never imagined. He has adopted the philosophy that to Live fully, laugh uproariously, love passionately, and learn like there is no tomorrow, is a formula for a long and joy-filled life.


  1. Love the story. I really like your perspective on life. I never imagined how an acorn might feel. It does seem like we are sort of like acorns! Thank you.

  2. Dear Kristin, thanks so much for the vote of confidence. Some feel the analogy about the little acorn is about acorns but we know I am speaking much deeper than that. As the little acorn was going through all those ups and downs, so you and I, in fact all of us go through the valleys and mountain peaks of life. It is good because we are in the hands of a loving God. Thanks again, Chaz

  3. Awww Rick, I didn’t say many people are “nuts”. a little schitzoid perhaps, but never nuts! I really appreciate your comments “cause you inspire me to reach deeper and perhaps expand my nuttiness but always with a smile. Thanks pal, Chaz

  4. Dear NH, thank you so very much! I can’t tell you how much I appreciate your comments. It is folks like you that make my column a success. Blessings on you and yours, Chaz


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