If you’re like me, you love the beach.
Quite of few of us really love the beach and can’t get enough.
Maybe it’s the waves crashing over and over. Or maybe it’s the endless view across the big blue.
We get a chance to walk as far as we would like and see the footsteps we leave when we eventually turn around and head back. We get to sit and get lost in thought. Or we walk head down and look for shells that catch our attention.
I have a few of those shells in my classroom. For students who have never ventured to the shore, they’re something of an oddity — especially the one conch shell I’ve found in its entirety.
Watching my students turn those shells over in their hands, I sometimes wonder if I make a difference in their life.
Do you wonder the same?
Oceans and whether students leave my classroom better than when they arrive reminds me of this often repeated short story below.
If you haven’t heard of the little star that made it back into the ocean, I’m happy to be able to share it with you.
If you’ve heard it more than once, I hope it’s a great reminder that you are indeed making a difference.
One student at time.
Please don’t stop trying. You are making a difference for each student lucky enough to be sitting in your classroom.
While walking along a beach, an elderly gentleman saw someone in the distance leaning down, picking something up and throwing it into the ocean.
As he got closer, he noticed that the figure was that of a young man, picking up starfish one by one and tossing each one gently back into the water.
He came closer still and called out, “Good morning! May I ask what it is that you are doing?”
The young man paused, looked up, and replied “Throwing starfish into the ocean.”
The old man smiled, and said, “I must ask, then, why are you throwing starfish into the ocean?”
To this, the young man replied, “The sun is up and the tide is going out. If I don’t throw them in, they’ll die.”
Upon hearing this, the elderly observer commented, “But, young man, do you not realise that there are miles and miles of beach and there are starfish all along every mile? You can’t possibly make a difference!”
The young man listened politely. Then he bent down, picked up another starfish, threw it into the back into the ocean past the breaking waves and said, “It made a difference for that one.”
Adapted from The Star Thrower, by Loren Eiseley