Legend of The Starfish
A vacationing businessman was walking along a
beach when he saw a young boy. Along the shore were many starfish that had
been washed up by the tide and were sure to die before the tide returned.
The boy was walking slowly along the sore and occasionally reached down and
tossed a beached starfish back into the ocean. The businessman, hoping to
teach the boy a little lesson in common sense, walked up to the boy and said,
"I have been watching what you are doing, son. You have a good
heart, and I know you mean well, but do you realize how many beaches there are
around here and how many starfish are dying on every beach every day?
Surely, such an industrious and kindhearted boy such as yourself could find
something better to do with your time. Do you really think that what you
are doing is going to make a difference?" The boy looked up at that
man, and then he looked down at a starfish by his feet. He picked up the
starfish, and as he gently tossed it back into the ocean, he said, "It
makes a difference to that one."
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Anonymous / Oral Traditional
The Change
Written by: - Tony Arata -
One
hand
Reaches out
And pulls a lost soul from harm
While a thousand more go unspoken for
They say what good have you done
By saving just this one
It's like whispering a prayer
In the fury of a storm
And I hear them saying you'll never change things
And no matter what you do it's still the same thing
But it's not the world that I am changing
I do this so this world will know
That it will not change me
This heart
Still believes
The love and mercy still exist
While all the hatred rage and so many say
That love is all but pointless in madness such as this
It's like trying to stop a fire
With the moisture from a kiss
And I hear them saying you'll never change things
And no matter what you do it's still the same thing
But it's not the world that I am changing
I do this so this world will know
That it will not change me
As long as one heart still holds on
Then hope is never really gone
I hear them saying you'll never change things
And no matter what you do it's still the same thing
But it's not the world that I am changing
I do this so this world we know
Never changes me
What I do is so
This world will know
That it will not change me
©
1995 - Fresh Horses – Garth
Brooks