~ Starfish ~
A young man was jogging on the beach one morning. He came upon an old man, bending down from time to time, picking up starfish and throwing them into the sea. As he came closer, the young man asked, "What are you doing?"
The old man answered, "There was a storm last night. Many starfish were washed high up onto the beach. If I don't throw them back, the sun and the drying, hot sand will kill them."
The young man laughed. "You are a fool, old man. The beach is miles long, and there are thousands of starfish stranded on it. You can't possibly get to them all before they die. What you are doing, old man... it just doesn't matter."
The old man regarded the youngster for a moment, then with deliberation bent down, picked up another starfish, and threw it to safety among the breaking waves. "It mattered to that one!"
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