It’s easy to make a buck. It’s a lot tougher to make a difference. – Tom Brokaw
I was originally going to write about something else, but after reading through this incredible blog I just had to write about it. If you get anything out of my little blog, then it would be to go over there and read some incredible stories. It makes me feel very privileged and I should be very grateful to be in a part of the world where I do not fear for my life, when driving a car, or when living in my home or going to hospital. Sometimes we forget how lucky we are and how much for granted we take many things. I salute the owner of that blog and anyone else who is willing to stay in countries such as South Africa and try to do good for their country. Very brave and very noble. Never give up!
Which brings me to the next point. This is an excerpt (or a cut out, however you want to call it) from this one source of a scene (or a passage, again however you want to call it) that I thought I will share with everyone (anyone?) out there. I got the inspiration as I mentioned from reading the blog and in particular the latest post on that blog. The owner of that blog actually mentioned “the story of the starfish” and I think this is referring to the same/similar thing. Hence enjoy:
The balloon lands in a small open area, on the south beach of Cabeiri. You get off and the balloon sails back into the sky.
The sand here gets very hot in the daytime. The beach | [ ] – [X]
carries on to the west and to the southeast lay some | \
cliffs. There are several balloons here that will take | [ ]
you to different areas around this world. A beach |
house is not too far from here either. |
There are three obvious exits: house, west, and southeast.
The Balloon Keeper is here.
Balloon keeper says: Welcome to the balloon landing. There is a sign here which lists the services available, I hope you enjoy the ride.
>”You go South East”
There is very little life here. The coast is rocky | [ ]
and the cold sea air blows harshly against your | \
skin. | [X]
The only obvious exit is northwest.
A starfish is here.
>”You look at the starfish”
>”Suddenly from observing the starfish, you rember the story told many moons ago…”
A wise man was taking a sunrise walk along the beach. In the distance he caught sight of a young man who seemed to be dancing along the wave. As he got closer he saw that the young man was picking up starfish from the sand and tossing them gently back into the ocean.
“What are you doing?” the wise man asked.
“The sun is coming up and the tide is going out; if I don’t throw them in, they’ll die.”
“But young man, there are miles and miles of beach with starfish along it. You can’t possibly make a difference.”
The young man bent down, picked up another starfish, and threw it lovingly back into the ocean, past the breaking waves.
“It makes a difference for that one,” he replied.
>”After the reminiscing of the story you pick up the starfish”
The one starfish is in your hands.
“You know what to do with it”