but then i heard a sound, and i lifted my eyes. there, in the distance, i saw a man bending down and then standing up, bending down and standing up. curious, i rose and walked toward him. i saw that he was picking up the starfish, one at a time, and throwing them back into the sea.
'what are you doing?' i yelled.
'saving the starfish,' he replied.
'but don't you see, man, that there are tens of thousands of them?' i asked, incredulous. 'nothing you can do will make a difference.'
he did not answer me but instead bent down, picked up another starfish, and cast it back into the water. then he smiled, looked me in the eye, and said, 'it made a difference to that one!'"
"sometimes i would like to ask God why he allows poverty, suffering, and injustice when he could do something about it."
"well, why don't you ask him?"
"because i'm afraid he would ask me the same question."