There once was an old man who walked out to the beach after a storm. He watched as the waves crashed on the mostly deserted beach and listened as the gulls flew overhead. He noticed that the storm had driven thousands of starfish onto the beach and there, in the midst of them, was a young boy, who reached down, grabbed a starfish, and placed it back into the water.
He continued watching this curiosity for another twenty minutes, then decided to walk over and talk to the boy.
“Boy, what are you doing?” he said.
“I’m putting the starfish back into the ocean.” The boy said as he reached down, grabbed a starfish and placed it back into the water.
The old man scoffed, “But, I’ve watched you for the last 20 minutes and it doesn’t look like you have done anything. Why continue with this act of futility, in the long run, it’s not going to make one bit of difference.”
The young boy stared at the old man, “You may be right, sir.” Then the young boy reached down, grabbed a starfish and placed it into the water. He then looked back up at the old man and said, “But, it made a difference to that one.”
The morale of the story… do for one what you wished you could do for all.
Why do I tell that story? A few years ago, my wife and I had the chance to make a difference in one young ladies life. Her name is Hilder and she use to live in the Kipsongo Slums in Kitale, Kenya. She now lives in the orphanage run by the Seeds Children’s Home. To her, we are Mum and Dad, and though I may never get the chance to met her this side of heaven, I’m glad to have her as our little starfish. (she goes by Hilda)