an old author that used to go to the beach in the mornings and walk,
sometimes for hours, in search of inspiration for his writing.
The old man smiled to himself at the vision of someone
dancing with the sunrise and continued on his way, curiosity having the
better of him. As he got closer he
saw that it was a young man and he was not dancing at all. Instead, he
was reaching down to the shore, picking up something and very
gently throwing it into the ocean.
As the old man got closer he called
out, “Good morning! What are you doing?”
The young man paused,
looked up and replied, “Throwing starfish in the ocean.”
“Fair enough, but why are you throwing starfish in the ocean?”
sun is up and the tide is going out. If I don’t throw them in
boy stated this so matter-of-factly that the old man was taken aback at
first, wondering if there was some logic he was not comprehending. He
said slowly, “young man, don’t you realize that there are
miles and miles of beach and thousands of starfish all along it? You
make a difference!”
The young man listened politely, then bent
down, picked up another starfish and threw it into the sea, past the
breaking waves and said,
on “The Star Thrower” by Loren Eiseley
Have a beautiful day . . .