JANUARY 24 "CAN YOU HELP ONE?"
The Starfish
I awoke early, as I often did, just before
sunrise, to walk by the ocean's edge and greet the new day.
As I moved through the morning dawn, I focused
on a faint, far away motion.
I saw a youth, bending and reaching and
flailing arms, dancing on the beach, no doubt in celebration of the perfect day
soon to begin.
As I approached, I realized that the youth was
not dancing to the bay, but rather bending to sift through the debris left by
the night's tide, stopping now and then to pick up starfish and then standing,
to heave it back into the sea.
I asked the youth the purpose of the effort.
"The tide has washed the starfish onto the beach and they cannot return to
the sea by themselves," the youth replied. "When the sun rises, they
will die, unless I throw them back into the sea."
As the youth explained, I surveyed the vast
expanse of beach, stretching in both directions beyond eyesight. Starfish
littered the shore in numbers beyond calculation. The hopelessness of the
youth's plan became clear to me and I countered, "But there are more
starfish on this beach than you can ever save before the sun is up. Surely you
cannot expect to make a difference."
The youth paused briefly to consider my words,
then, bent down to pick up a starfish and threw the starfish as far as possible
towards the incoming wave where the tide caught the Starfish and swept him back
into the ocean.
Turning to me he simply said, "I made a
difference to that ONE."
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