CAROLYN’S COMPOSITIONS
IT MAKES A DIFFERENCE TO THE STARFISH…
While walking along a deserted beach one day a man (I’ll call him Bob) noticed another man in the distance. As he walked closer, he noticed that the man (I’ll call him Jim) kept bending down, picking something up, and throwing it into the ocean water. At first, Bob thought Jim was skipping stones. Bob watched as Jim did this time after time.
Bob, puzzled, approached Jim and said Good evening, friend, I was wondering what you are doing.
“I’m throwing these starfish back into the ocean. You see, it’s low tide right now, and many starfish were washed onto the shore. If I don’t throw them back into the sea, they’ll die from lack of oxygen.”
“I understand,” Bob replied. “But there must be thousands of starfish on this beach. You can’t possibly get to all of them. There are simply too many. What difference does it make that you are throwing these starfish back into the ocean?”
Jim didn’t answer, He simply bent down, picked up another starfish, and threw it back into the ocean.
Then he looked at Bob and quietly said (more…)
It Makes a Difference to the Starfish…
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CAROLYN’S COMPOSITIONS
IT MAKES A DIFFERENCE TO THE STARFISH…
While walking along a deserted beach one day a man (I’ll call him Bob) noticed another man in the distance. As he walked closer, he noticed that the man (I’ll call him Jim) kept bending down, picking something up, and throwing it into the ocean water. At first, Bob thought Jim was skipping stones. Bob watched as Jim did this time after time.
Bob, puzzled, approached Jim and said Good evening, friend, I was wondering what you are doing.
“I’m throwing these starfish back into the ocean. You see, it’s low tide right now, and many starfish were washed onto the shore. If I don’t throw them back into the sea, they’ll die from lack of oxygen.”
“I understand,” Bob replied. “But there must be thousands of starfish on this beach. You can’t possibly get to all of them. There are simply too many. What difference does it make that you are throwing these starfish back into the ocean?”
Jim didn’t answer, He simply bent down, picked up another starfish, and threw it back into the ocean.
Then he looked at Bob and quietly said (more…)