As a man walked a desolate beach on cold morning he saw another figure far in the distance. slowly as the two approached each other,he made out it was a local native who kept bending down to pick something up and throw it back into the sea.time and again he kept throwing the things back in to the sea.
As the distance between them continued to narrow ,the man could see it was a starfish washed up the beach that the native was throwing back into the water.puzzled, the man approached the native and asked what he was doing.
‘I am throwing these starfish back into the ocean.you see its low tide and all these starfish have been washed ashore,if i don’t throw them back into the sea.they will die up here due to lack of oxygen . ‘the native answered.
‘but there must be thousand of starfish on this beach ‘the man replied.’you can’t possibly get to them all,they are just too many and this same thing is probably happening on hundreds of beaches all up and down this coast cant you see that you cant possibly make a difference?
the local native smiled ,bent down and picked up another star fish and as he threw it back into the sea he replied ‘made a difference to that one!’
power of one: each of us is but one person,limited,burdened with our own cares and responsibilities.we may feel there is so much to be done and we have so little to give. we are usually short of everything ,especially time and money.when we leave this shore there will still be thousand of starfish stranded on this beach.maybe we can’t change the whole world but there isn’t one of us who cant help change one persons whole world.one at a time, we can make a difference……. ……… anonymous