Making a difference

Recently someone had to ask me how they made any difference in my life…

I for a moment started thinking, but then something flashed in my mind…

A small story for that I once  read, may be you have read it already sometime…

Once a man was walking along a beach. The sun was shining and it was a beautiful day. Off in the distance he could see a person going back and forth between the surf’s edge and and the beach. Back and forth this person went. As the man approached he could see that there were hundreds of starfish stranded on the sand as the result of the natural action of the tide.

The man was stuck by the the apparent futility of the task. There were far too many starfish. Many of them were sure to perish. As he approached the person continued the task of picking up starfish one by one and throwing them into the surf.

As he came up to the person he said, “You must be crazy. There are thousands of miles of beach covered with starfish. You can’t possibly make a difference.” The person looked at the man. He then stooped down and pick up one more starfish and threw it back into the ocean. He turned back to the man and said, “It sure made a difference to that one!”

Story ends there…and here is my thought around it…

I probably am one of those thousands of starfishes…The guy knew that he was making a difference in those starfish’s life…

Don’t know if he looked to measure how he made the difference…I wonder if the starfish could have measured it too or is it even measurable…

Just thought its wise  to leave it for the star fish to cherish the difference…

Told them, “just know you did make a difference…I’m cherishing it”.

When its something too good, how and why to measure it and when its something bad, don’t even bother measuring it, how much ever you measure it, its bad.