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My Starfish

The school psychologist at our school introduced us to the Starfish Thrower story.  She asked us to nominate staff members for a Starfish Thrower Award.  This is a person who we feel deserves a little extra recognition for going above and beyond what is required.  Each day as I am escorting my MVP’s to and fro, we pass by the school psychologist’s office.  On her window is a copy of the story that distracts my MVP’s daily on our way back to our classroom.  So today I stopped and took the time to read the story to them:

The Starfish Story

adapted from The Star Thrower
by Loren Eiseley
(1907 – 1977)

Once upon a time, there was a wise man who used to go to the ocean to do his writing. He had a habit of walking on the beach before he began his work.

One day, as he was walking along the shore, he looked down the beach and saw a human figure moving like a dancer. He smiled to himself at the thought of someone who would dance to the day, so he walked faster to catch up.

As he got closer, he noticed that the figure was that of a young man, and that what he was doing was not dancing at all. The young man was reaching down to the shore, picking up small objects and throwing them into the ocean.

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.”

“I must ask, then, why are you throwing starfish into the ocean?” asked the somewhat startled wise man.

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 wise man commented, “But, young man, do you not realize that there are miles and miles of beach and there are starfish all along every mile? You can’t possibly make a difference!”

As if he hadn’t heard, the young man bent down, picked up yet another starfish and threw it into the ocean. As it met the water, he turned, smiled and said, “It made a difference to that one!”

Me:  Boys and girls, what do you think the young man meant when he said that?

Silence….(it’s important to give wait time)

Student:  Are we your starfish, Mrs. Kay?

I just LOVE them!!!

Peace and Blessings!

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