One day, there was an old man walking in the beach, in the dawn.
He saw a little boy picking some starfishes, and then throws them to the sea. The
old man asked the boy why he did like that. The little boy said, if he let stranded
starfishes in the beach, when the sun rises, the sunlight will burn and kill
them. “But in this beach, as eyes can see, there are several millions of them,”
the old man refuted, “Does your deed make difference?” The little boy looked
the starfish that he hold inside his hand, and then threw it to the sea. “To
that one I made a difference!” He said.
Be the light worker,
we can’t be everything, but we can be something.
