(From 'The Star Thrower' by Loren Eiseley. I liked the message and thought I'd make an adaptation.)
A kid gently tossed a starfish out to sea from where it had been stuck to the sandy shore. An old man spotted her silhouette on the beach and walked to her. "What are you doing?" he asked as she softly threw another starfish out to sea.
"These starfish have been washed to shore by the tide. If they're left here, they'll die," she exlained, bending down and gently holding a starfish.
"But there must be thousands of starfish on the beach. You can't possible make a difference," said the man, watching her as she readied to toss the starfish.
"I made a difference to that one," she said as she threw the creature back to the ocean.
A kid gently tossed a starfish out to sea from where it had been stuck to the sandy shore. An old man spotted her silhouette on the beach and walked to her. "What are you doing?" he asked as she softly threw another starfish out to sea.
"These starfish have been washed to shore by the tide. If they're left here, they'll die," she exlained, bending down and gently holding a starfish.
"But there must be thousands of starfish on the beach. You can't possible make a difference," said the man, watching her as she readied to toss the starfish.
"I made a difference to that one," she said as she threw the creature back to the ocean.
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