[bct] Great story

  • From: "beth" <fb-oe@xxxxxxx>
  • To: <blindcooltech@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
  • Date: Sun, 19 Feb 2006 22:33:41 -0500

> When One Person Can Make a Difference (Author Unknown)
> I awoke early, as I often did, just before sunrise, to walk by the ocean's
> edge and greet the new day.
> As I moved through the morning dawn, I focused on a faint, far away
> I saw a youth, bending and reaching and flailing arms, dancing on the
> no doubt in celebration of the perfect day soon to begin. As I approached,
> realized that the youth 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 starfish and then standing, to heave it back into the sea.
> I asked the youth the purpose of the effort. "The tide has washed the
> starfish onto the beach and they cannot return to the sea by themselves,"
> the youth replied.  "When the sun rises, they will die, unless I throw
> back into the sea."
> As the youth explained, I surveyed the vast expanse of beach, stretching
> both directions beyond eyesight. Starfish littered the shore in numbers
> beyond calculation. The hopelessness of the youth's plan became clear to
> and I countered, "But there are more starfish on this beach than you can
> ever save before the sun is up. Surely you cannot expect to make a
> difference."
> The youth 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."

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