You know the story.
A great storm came, and went, and the next day, walking along the beach, the child saw hundreds and thousands and countless starfish washed up on the shore. As the sun rose in the sky, they were destined to die before the day was out. The child walked along, stopping, picking them up, and throwing them back into the sea.
A man walked past, going for his morning stroll. He saw the child. ‘Why are you doing that? he asked, there’s thousands of them, there’s no point, it makes no difference.”
The child turned to the man, and looked at the beach, covered as it was in starfish. She picked up another, and held it in her hand, then turning to the sea, tossed in to the waves.
“It makes a difference to that one.” She said.
And carried on with her work.
The man thought about this for some time.
And reached down, and pickup up a starfish. He carried it to the edge of the water, and gave it back it’s life.
Then he understood.