While rummaging through all my things to pack and de-clutter I found this beautiful story.
The Star Thrower by Joel A. Barker(Inspired by the writing of Loren Eiseley)
Once upon a time there was a wise man, much like Eiseley himself, who use to go to the ocean to do his writing. he had a habit of walking on the beach before he began his work. One day, he was walking along the shore. As he looked down the beach, he saw a human figure moving like a dancer. He smiled to himself to think of someone who would dance to the day. So he began to walk faster to catch up. As he got closer, he saw that it was a young man and the young man wasn’t dancing, but instead he was reaching down to the shore, picking up something and very gently throwing it into the ocean.
As he got closer her called out, “Good Morning! What are you doing?” The young man paused, looked up and replied “Throwing starfish into the ocean”
“I guess I should have asked, ‘Why are you throwing starfish into the ocean?”
“The sun is up and the tide is going out. And if I don’t throw them in they’ll die”
“But young man, don’t you realize that there are miles and miles of beach and starfish all along it. You can’t possibly make a difference!”
The young man listened politely. Then bent down, picked up another starfish and threw it into the sea, past breaking waves. “It made a difference for that one!”
His response surprised the man. He was upset. He didn’t know how to reply. So instead, he turned away and walked back to the cottage to begin his writing.
All day long he wrote, the image of that young man haunted him. He tried to ignore it, but the vision persisted. Finally, late in the afternoon he realized that he the scientist, he the poet, had missed out on the essential nature of the young mans actions. He realized that what the young man was doing was choosing not to be an observer in the universe and make a difference. He was embarassed.
That night he went to bed troubled. When the morning came, he awoke knowing that he had to do something. So he got up, pit on his clothes, went to the beach and found the young man. And with him, spent the rest of the morning throwing starfish into the ocean. You see, what that young mans actions represent is something that is special in each and every one of us. We all have been gifted with the ability to make a difference. And if we can, like that young man, become aware of that gift, we can gain through the strength of our vision the power to shape the future.
We must each find our starfish. If we through our stars wisely and well, I have no question that the world is going to be a wonderful place. :o)