I’m a sucker for finding small lessons in daily life. I guess that’s why I liked Aesop’s Fables so much as a kid. And why I still enjoy them as an adult: They are pure storytelling.
I learned a lesson from a chipmunk the other day. I was driving down a quiet country road when a chipmunk suddenly darted out of the woods, kamikaze style, heading straight for my front wheels. Cheeks bulging, he was weighed down carrying a giant walnut bigger than its head. Screech. Split-second decision, pure chipmunk instinct—he stopped on a dime, dropped the walnut and whizzed
back into the woods, letting his prized nut go bouncing and rolling down the hill.
The moral of the story: Know when to let things go; there’ll be other walnuts.
Originally published 6/6/10
I learned a lesson from a chipmunk the other day. I was driving down a quiet country road when a chipmunk suddenly darted out of the woods, kamikaze style, heading straight for my front wheels. Cheeks bulging, he was weighed down carrying a giant walnut bigger than its head. Screech. Split-second decision, pure chipmunk instinct—he stopped on a dime, dropped the walnut and whizzed
back into the woods, letting his prized nut go bouncing and rolling down the hill.
The moral of the story: Know when to let things go; there’ll be other walnuts.
Originally published 6/6/10