As the old man walked the beach at dawn he noticed a young man ahead of him carefully picking up starfish from the sand and placing them back into the sea. Finally catching up with the youth, the old man asks why he was doing this. Because the stranded starfish will die if they are left in the morning sun, he replied. But the beach goes on for miles and there are thousands of starfish everywhere, scoffed the old man, how can your efforts possibly make a difference? For a moment the young man contemplated the starfish in his hand before tossing it gently into the waves. It makes a difference to that one, he said.
A story by Loren Eiseley
This lovely little story was sent to me this morning. In the absence of starfish in the Milton Keynes area this sunny morning, I will be metaphorically be trying to make a difference in my own little way. What starfishes will you make a difference to today?