A little acorn fell to the ground one day and lay there. Oh how it bemoaned its fate. It could go no lower. It had reached the very depths of despair.
A squirrel, scavenging for food, found the little acorn and picked it up and 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 really much of a hole as holes go, no grand canyonesque hole, huh uh, nope. It was actually 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 for sure that it had fallen as far as an acorn could possibly 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 more 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 grew up to be oak trees.
Hmmm, people are sorta’ like little acorns, don’t you think?
If you want to know how to be what you were intended to be, learn from the little acorn. It didn’t run to and fro, back and forth, multitasking; trying to please every other Tom, Dick and Acorn in the forest and it really didn’t matter what you said about it nor what you thought. It was, after all, an acorn and did best what acorns do. It eventually broke its skin and became a tree. It stood tall and proud being what it was meant to be.

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