The Starfish
As I walked on the beach one morning,
I saw a young man picking up starfish from the sand and flinging
them back into the sea.
I asked him what he was doing. "If
I don't save them, they will die in the noonday sun," he replied.
"But there are thousands of
starfish on this beach," I replied. "What difference does
it make to save just a few?"
He looked down at the starfish in
his hand and flung it to safety in the waves.
"It makes a big difference to
this one!" he said. |