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Polaris AB: The Fable Collection of Short Stories
A boy was walking along the beach when he saw another elder boy from his school leaning over something lying in the sand.
As he got closer, he could see that it was a starfish and all around him, there were hundreds of other starfish that had been washed up onto the beach by a high tide. The other boy had a small pocket knife and was cutting up the starfish into pieces before moving onto the next one and doing the same.
Horrified the boy said - "Why are you chopping up all the starfish"?
The other boy replied - "They are dangerous lying around, they shouldn't be here, they should be in the sea. I'm helping the gulls by giving them smaller pieces to eat".
The boy said - "Why don't you just leave them alone. They are not doing anything to you".
The elder boy shouted back - "What does it matter to you what I do? There are so many of them. I am just getting rid of those that don't need to be here. Why are you complaining? There are plenty more in the sea. Go away, it has nothing to do with you what I do".
Angry at what he saw happening, he realised that he could nothing about changing the other boy's mind. The boy was bigger than he was, more powerful, more angry, more convinced that what he was doing was the right thing.
The boy looked down at one of the starfish lying unmoving on the sand by his feet and then at the hundreds of others that covered the entire beach in front of him. In his mind's eye, he could see the starfish moving along the sea bed , its tentacled arms moving hundreds of tiny feet in unison across the sandy bottom.
He picked up two starfish, one in either hand and began walking towards the ocean which lay far away in the distance as the tide was now fully out.
"What good will that do" - sneered the other boy - "there are so many here stinking up the place".
"If I save just two, then there are two that will live and that makes a difference. All that you are doing is helping nothing at all. You are just convincing yourself that you are doing something that really is only important to you".
Complaining about what other people do and then doing nothing, changes nothing about anything.
It is WHAT YOU DO that matters.
And the Moral of the Story is:
Every single act of kindness amounts to something.