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“While wandering a deserted beach at dawn, stagnant in my work, I saw a man in the distance bending and throwing as he walked the endless stretch towards me. As he came near, I could see that he was throwing starfish, abandoned on the sand by the tide, back into the sea.
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When he was close enough I asked him why he was working so hard at this strange task. He said that the sun would dry the starfish and they would die. I said to him that I thought he was foolish. there were thousands of starfish on miles and miles of beach.
One man alone could never make a difference.
He smiled as he picked up the next starfish. Hurling it far into the sea he said,
“It makes a difference for this one.”
I abandoned my writing and spent the morning throwing starfish.”
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