this is an old story, turned into a poem by ... someone ! author unknown . As I walked along the seashore This young boy greeted me. He was tossing stranded starfish Back to the deep blue sea. I said, 'tell me why you bother, Why you waste your time this way. There's a million stranded starfish Does it matter anyway?'(posted 8858 days ago)And he said 'It matters to this one. It deserves a chance to grow. It matters to this one. I can't save them all, I know, But it matters to this one, I'll return it to the sea, It matters to this one. And it matters to me.'