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An old man walking along the beach came upon a child sifting through debris left by the nightโs tide. Every so often, he would pick up a starfish and toss it back to the sea.
The old man asked him the purpose of his efforts. โThe tide has washed the starfish onto the beach. They will die unless I throw them back.โ
The old man looked around at the miles of beach. โThere are more starfish than you can ever save. You cannot make a difference.โ
The child bent to pick up another starfish and send it back to the ocean. Then he looked up at the old man, smailed and replied, โI can make a difference to this one.โ
You make a difference!
Adapted from The Star Thrower by Loren Eiseley
