Wen I was in Mexico, I woke up one morning to see that the tide, in going down, had left the beach littered for miles with thousands of starfish. I knew that these starfish would die if they were left out of the ocean for much longer so I quickly dressed and went down to the beach. (hmmm. It just now occurred to me that this story would be a lot more touching if I had substituted a little lame boy for myself as the protagonist. Maybe even a little lame orphan boy. Oh well, too late now!) As I was picking up these starfish and tossing them back into the life-giving ocean, an old man walked up to me.
"What are you doing?" he asked. "Can’t you see that you are wasting your time? There are thousands of starfish stranded here on the beach. Far more than you can ever save. You can’t make a difference here."
I looked into that old man’s eyes. I reached out, picked up the old man and threw him into the ocean.