As I walked along the seashore his 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?"
And he said, "It matters to this one...
(Anon adaptation of L Eiseley's "The Star Thrower", from Usenet)
People are like stained glass windows; they sparkle and shine when the sun is out. But when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is light within ~ Anonymous