Christopher Corn and Cream Corn

Christopher Corn sat in a corner of the barn all by himself. He was strumming on his guitar. He didn’t know how or why, but a wave of depression hit him and it hit him hard.

“Dark nights and darker days,” sang Christopher. “Evil times, change my ways. Sinister thoughts in my head, makes me wish I was dead.”

“Christopher!” exclaimed Farmer Fred, who had chills down his spine listening to Christopher’s song.

Farmer Fred had heard some of Christophe’s more dark lyrics but nothing like what he had just heard.

“Oh,” said Christopher, putting his guitar down. “I didn’t realize you were there.”

“Obviously,” said Farmer Fred. “Those lyrics you just sang sent chills up my spine. I have no idea what is going on with you but something obviously is.”

“They scared me too,” said Christopher. “A big wave of depression just hit me and it hit me hard!”

“What have you got to be depressed about?” asked Farmer Fred. “You have an amazing life. You are the most talented rock star I know of.”

“On the outside I do have a pretty amazing life,” said Christopher.

“Darn right you do,” said Farmer Fred. “You know that most ears of corn end up as a can of cream corn.”

“Yes,” said Christopher. “I am aware of that and I do consider myself lucky but, at the end of the day, I am just an ear of corn.”

“I could say the same thing,” said Farmer Fred. “I am after all, just a farmer. It really doesn’t matter what you are. What does matter is who you are.”

“I suppose you are right,” said Christopher, feeling much better. “Thank you for that talk. I do feel much better now.”

“Good,” said Farmer Fred. “Anytime you need to talk, I am here.”

“That is good to know,” said Christopher.

Christopher did have several dark days but he did always find that talking things through did help. He was always able to see the light at the end of the tunnel.