What do you love most about your life right now?
The Starfish Story
adapted from The Star Thrower
by Loren Eiseley (1907 - 1977)
Once upon a time, there was a wise man who used to go to the ocean to do his writing. He had a habit of walking on the beach before he began his work.
One day, as he was walking along the shore, he looked down the beach and saw a human figure moving like a dancer. He smiled to himself at the thought of someone who would dance to the day, and so, he walked faster to catch up.
As he got closer, he noticed that the figure was that of a young man, and that what he was doing was not dancing at all. The young man was reaching down to the shore, picking up small objects, and throwing them into the ocean.
He came closer still and called out "Good morning! May I ask what it is that you are doing?"
The young man paused, looked up, and replied "Throwing starfish into the ocean."
"I must ask, then, why are you throwing starfish into the ocean?" asked the somewhat startled wise man.
To this, the young man replied, "The sun is up and the tide is going out. If I don't throw them in, they'll die."
Upon hearing this, the wise man commented, "But, young man, do you not realize that there are miles and miles of beach and there are starfish all along every mile? You can't possibly make a difference!"
At this, the young man bent down, picked up yet another starfish, and threw it into the ocean. As it met the water, he said, "It made a difference for that one."
I love the potential to make a difference in that "one" child's life, and I won't give up the fight until the day I retire.

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Susan, you’re one of those teachers who leave an impactona student’s life, the one we remember long after we have left school.
For me she was Mrs. Duke, my 5th grade teacher who nurtured and protected me when I first started school in Canada.
I love this story, Susan. Thanks for sharing!
I second Liza. I remember deeply Alice Delana, my high school English teacher. I will never forget all the things I learned from her that had nothing to do with British literature. Go girl!
Yeh, every little act counts, and so does every grain of sand, every breath, every moment!