Along the coast of the vast Atlantic ocean there lived an old man. Each day when the tide went out he would make his way along the beach for miles. A neighbor of his, occasionally watched him as he vanished into the distance and later saw him return. This neighbor man noticed something a bit peculiar
in that as he walked along, the old man would often stoop down, lift something from the sand and then
toss it back into the ocean. One day, when the old man went down to the beach, his neighbor friend decided to follow along and discover exactly what he was doing. Finally the neighbor got close enough to see that the man was picking up starfish--one at a time--that had been stranded by the retreating tide. If left there they would for sure die of dehydration before the tide returned again. As the old man turned to toss still another starfish back into the sea, the neighbor called out with a bit of mockery
in his voice, “Hey, old timer! Why are you doing that? This beach goes on for hundreds of miles, and thousands of starfish get washed up every day! Surely you don’t think that throwing a few back is going to matter.” The old man listened and paused for a moment, then held the starfish in his hand out toward his neighbor, “It matters to this one.”