A friend sent me an email attachment about a boy who was walking along the shore throwing stranded starfish back into the sea when a man came along and asked him if he didn’t realize what an impossible job it was. He told him there were so many starfish that what he was doing wouldn’t really make a difference, but the boy reached down and threw another one back and said, “I made a difference for that one.”
Sometimes I think I can see that starfish plain as day, but this tide pool is too deep and the light is slanted and no matter how I reach for it, I miss it. I may grab an arm here, or there, but in the long run I am only pulling and bruising a creature I cannot clearly see. Then it is best for both of us if I stop.
I turn and walk away. I have learned to do the impossible no matter how painful it is. My heart still aches. My mind still plays the old tapes where everyone lived happily ever after. Reality is a harsh teacher.
Behind me I hear the echoes. They will haunt me for a long time. “N ma…..”
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