I awoke early, as I often did, to walk by the ocean’s edge and greet the new day. As I moved through the misty dawn, I focused on a faint, far away motion. I saw a young boy, bending and reaching and flailing his arms, dancing on the beach, no doubt in celebration of the perfect day soon to begin. As I approached, I sadly realized that the young boy 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 a starfish and then standing, to heave it back into the sea. I asked the young boy the purpose of the effort. “The tide has washed the starfish unto the beach and they can’t return to the sea by themselves,” the young boy replied. “When the sun rises, they will die, unless I throw them back to the sea.” As the young boy explained, I surveyed the vast expanse of the beach, stretching in both directions beyond my sight. Starfish littered the shores in numbers. Beyond calculations. The hopelessness of the young boys’s plan became clear to me and I countered, “There are more starfish on this beach than you can ever save. Surely you can’t expect to make a difference.” The young boy paused briefly to consider my words, bent to pick up a starfish and threw it as far as possible. Turning to me, he simply said,
“I made a difference to that one. “
Blogger’s note: This story reminded me of all the bloggers I’ve been touched by what they write. You bring smiles to me after a busy and hectic day. Your photos inspire me. Your stories resonate through my mind and I live vicariously through your adventures. You do make a difference; I just thought you should know. Wherever you are. I hope I bring a smile to someone even in the most remote of places too. Have a great Friday!.