One day, a man was walking along the shore when he noticed a young girl throwing washed-up starfish back into the ocean. Approaching her, he asked gently, “Child, why are you bothering to save these starfish? The beach goes on for miles and there must be thousands of starfish along it – you can’t possibly make a difference.” The girl bent down, picked up another starfish, and flung it into the waves. Smiling, she said, “I made a difference to that one.”
One day, a man was walking along the shore when he noticed a young girl throwing washed-up starfish back into the ocean. Approaching her, he asked gently, “Child, why are you bothering to save these starfish? The beach goes on for miles and there must be thousands of starfish along it – you can’t possibly make a difference.” The girl bent down, picked up another starfish, and flung it into the waves. Smiling, she said, “I made a difference to that one.”
- adapted from Loren Eiseley’s “The Star Thrower” (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Star_Thrower)