For over a year I’ve had the privilege of working with a bunch of fantastic people who’ve walked the same path as I have. While all of our journeys are uniquely different, the pain we’ve been through because of porn and/or sex and love addiction is sadly still the same.
I am forever grateful to one person who brought us all together one night a week to laugh, cry, and share our stories of both anguish, hope, and triumph. It is because of him that we met and had a chance to learn and grow with and through one another. How amazing is that?
He’s also the one who shared with me the tale of The Starfish
It was the first time I’d heard the story and it really inspired me. For those of you not familiar with it, it’s about a boy walking along the shore after a storm has washed up hundreds of starfish. As he’s throwing them back into the ocean one by one, an old man sees him and asks why he’s undertaking such a daunting task with so many miles of starfish ahead of him and wonders what difference the young boy can possibly be making? The child stoops down, picks up another starfish, throws it into the ocean and says, “I made a difference to that one.”
Powerful: "I made a difference to that one."
This morning, I woke up and the man that told me that tale was on my mind. This evening, as I write this post, he still is. I emailed him earlier today to let him know how much I appreciated him and how much gratitude I have for all he’s done for me (and of course Devin through Candeo).
For me, today, for whatever reason, I am the starfish and I wanted him to know that. I let him know there was no need to reply back. Maybe that’s selfish of me? I’m not sure, but what I do know is that I’m grateful he shared that story of the starfish with me so I can share it with you.
You can find it in its entirety here:
Has anyone been your starfish? Have you ever been anyone’s starfish?