The irony of the story below is something that I have done the same thing several times.
I too had walked on a beach and I found snails in their shell that had washed up on shore. The shells were the size of my first and I picked one up and found that there was someone or something inside. I too pitched it into the ocean. I worried later did I do the right thing as -- did the snail die on impact or was this part of their life cyle?
I did think that I was doing the right thing. I was something that was living.
IT IS THE LITTLE THINGS THAT MAKE A BIG DIFFERENCE
There was a man taking a morning wa lk at or the beach. He saw that along with the morning tide came hundreds of starfish and when the tide receded, they were left behind and with the morning sun rays, they would die. The tide was fresh and the starfish were alive. The man took a few steps, picked one and threw it into the water. He did that repeatedly. Right behind him there was another person who couldn't understand what this man was doing. He caught up with him and asked, "What are you doing? There are hundreds of starfish. How many can you help? What difference does it make?" This man did not reply, took two more steps, picked up another one, threw it into the water, and said, "It makes a difference to this one."
What difference are we making? Big or small, it does not matter. If everyone made a small difference, we'd end up with a big difference, wouldn't we?
