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It Matters

 The ocean breeze glazed my cheek as the sky started to transform from deep purple to lighter shades of oranges and pinks. It was a going to be a beautiful day, I knew it. You know there are days that you dread and days that are not special; this days will not be one of those days—I feel it, today something magical will happen. 

      Every morning before the sun is up I liked to walk along the shoreline and wait for the day to begin. The reason why I get myself out of bed at 4:30 every morning is not to freeze my butt off and watch the sun rise. It’s the little things you find as you walk. I once found a message in a bottle, which unfortunately was ruined due to lack of a good seal. Those words on the paper now just a memory to its writer. 

      But I’m not here to tell you about a message in a bottle. I’m here to tell you about starfish and a boy. And how this one boy, made a difference in my life. 

       I was walking along Grand Sand beach in South Carolina that magical morning. The starfish were on the beach that morning, normally something that happens when the seas are rough the night before. I never really gave them notice, even though they were everywhere. I figure the tide would rise and the starfish would get carried back to their salty home. 

      I hardly see people on my morning walks so it was really surprising to see a young boy walking along the beach. At first I couldn’t really see what he was doing. I figured maybe he was picking up rocks and trying to skip them into the sea, something I often did in my childhood. But as I got closer I saw that he was picking up the starfish one by one and flinging them back into the ocean. 

      I walked up to the young child and asked, “Hey, what are you doing?” The boy looked at me with surprise, “I’m throwing the starfish back, because when the sun rises they’ll die.” 

      I looked at the vast amount of beach still swarming with starfish, “That’s ridiculous, there’s thousands of starfish out here. It doesn’t matter how much you throw in, you can’t make a difference.” 

      ”Well, it matters to this one,” the boy said as he threw another starfish back into the sea. “And this one, and this one.”

      The boy continued to go on his way unfazed by my presence. 

      I watched as the boy continued to move down the sandy shoreline. 

      The sky was getting lighter and lighter. I looked down at the starfish by my feet. I always thought the tide saved them. But what if the tide never came in? What if they died, like the boy said? 

      That was the day I started to throw the starfish back, because it matters. It took a young to boy to open my eyes but now I know that, it matters, every little bit matters. 

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