The next two weeks are my big weeks...the weeks that I have been working towards for the last 8 months or so...it's been crazy, frustrating, stressful, I think I may have lost my mind a couple of times here and there...heck...I'm still not sure I have even found it yet.
I know that all this planning and emailing and night meetings and not to mention the fact this is my volunteer work and not my actual getting paid work....has been consuming my life.
In being involved with Relay, I hear all these personal stories about the struggles that come with cancer. Whether, it's them personally going through it or they are a caregiver...everyone has a story...and I like being able to listen and offer support. It might not be much...but a little goes a long way.
Yesterday, in our meeting...my ACS staff partner presented us with this poem.
The Boy and the Starfish
A man was walking along a deserted beach at sunset. As he walked he could see a young boy in the distance, as he drew nearer he noticed that the boy kept bending down, picking something up and throwing it into the water.
A man was walking along a deserted beach at sunset. As he walked he could see a young boy in the distance, as he drew nearer he noticed that the boy kept bending down, picking something up and throwing it into the water.
Time and again he kept hurling things into the ocean.
As the man approached even closer, he was able to see that the boy was picking up starfish that had been washed up on the beach and, one at a time he was throwing them back into the water.
The man asked the boy what he was doing, the boy replied,"I am throwing these washed up starfish back into the ocean, or else they will die through lack of oxygen. "But", said the man, "You can't possibly save them all, there are thousands on this beach, and this must be happening on hundreds of beaches along the coast. You can't possibly make a difference."
The boy looked down, frowning for a moment; then bent down to pick up another starfish, smiling as he threw it back into the sea. He replied,
"I made a huge difference to that one!"
As the man approached even closer, he was able to see that the boy was picking up starfish that had been washed up on the beach and, one at a time he was throwing them back into the water.
The man asked the boy what he was doing, the boy replied,"I am throwing these washed up starfish back into the ocean, or else they will die through lack of oxygen. "But", said the man, "You can't possibly save them all, there are thousands on this beach, and this must be happening on hundreds of beaches along the coast. You can't possibly make a difference."
The boy looked down, frowning for a moment; then bent down to pick up another starfish, smiling as he threw it back into the sea. He replied,
"I made a huge difference to that one!"
Life is busy.
Life get's crazy.
In the big scheme of life sometimes it seems that no matter what you are trying to do or who you are trying to help...that it doesn't matter...but it does.
3 comments:
o i love love this!! so SWEET!
Make a difference, one at a time. Good job, friend. Keep up the WONDERFUL work.
-Honey
Absolutely love this!! It's so true--you are making a difference!
~Miss Football
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