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Saturday, August 4, 2007 ♥
2:08 AM

This is an inspiring story to all high school students...:

There was once a man walking by the seashore. It was low tide at that time of the day so that the shore looked like a star studded white velvet cloth spread out under the burning sun. So many star fish, unable to reach the safety of the water before the water subsided, were trapped in the sand.

The old man kept walking until he caught sight of a figure of a young boy bending down to picked up something and then running towards the sea and throwing what he just picked up. He walked closer to see what the kid was picking up and realized that it was a starfish. He silently watched as the kid ran back and forth picking up the and throwing one starfish at a time. Eventually, he became impatient and approached the boy.

"Young man"he asked,"why do you bother throwing the starfish back into the sea? There are millions of them on this shore. You can only do so much. It will not matter." The young man looked at the man for a moment and bent down to pich up another starfish, ran towards the waves, and threw it to the sea.

"It matters to that one."

De Villa, Lourdes Ursula O.