Walking a shoreline, i’ve never seen a bunch of starfish. But there is a story that describes a man walking the beach filled with starfish washed onto the shore. One-by-one, he tosses the starfish back out to sea. A boy walking along the shore, sees this strange sight and asks the man why he bothers tossing the starfish out to sea when there are so many. The man picks up another starfish, tosses it out, and replies, “It mattered to that one.”
It mattered to that one. There are so many walking wounded, weary pilgrims on this journey. How can i possibly make a difference? Write one letter of encouragement. It made a difference to that one.