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What would you do?....you make the choice. Don't
look for a punch line, there isn't one. Read it anyway. My question is: Would
you have made the same choice?
At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves
learning-disabled children, the father of one of the students delivered a speech
that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school
and its dedicated staff, he offered a question: 'When not interfered with by
outside influences, everything nature does is done with perfection. Yet my
son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand
things as other children do. Where is the natural order of things in my son?'
The audience was stilled by the query.
The father continued. 'I believe that when a child
like Shay, physically and mentally handicapped comes into the world, an
opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the
way other people treat that child.'
Then he told the following story:
Shay and his father had walked past a park where
some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked, 'Do you think they'll
let me play?' Shay's father knew that most of the boys would not want someone
like Shay on their team, but the father also understood that if his son were
allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some
confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.
Shay's father approached one of the boys on the
field and asked (not expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked
around for guidance and said, 'We're losing by six runs and the game is in
the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in
to bat in the ninth inning.'
Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a
broad smile, put on a team shirt. His Father watched with a small tear in his
eye and warmth in his heart. The boys saw the father's joy at his son being
accepted. In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs
but was still behind by three. In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a
glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was
obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear
to ear as his father waved to him from the stands. In the bottom of the ninth
inning, Shay's team scored again. Now, with two outs and the bases loaded,
the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at
bat.
At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give
away their chance to win the game? Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat
Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible because Shay didn't even know
how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball.
However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the
pitcher, recognizing that the other team was putting winning aside for this
moment in Shay's life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay
could at least make contact. The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and
missed. The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly
towards Shay. As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow
ground ball right back to the pitcher.
The game would now be over. The pitcher picked up
the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman.
Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game.
Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the
first baseman's head, out of reach of all team mates. Everyone from the
stands and both teams started yelling, 'Shay, run to first! Run to first!'
Never in his life had Shay ever run that far, but he made it to first base.
He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.
Everyone yelled, 'Run to second, run to second!'
Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and
struggling to make it to the base. By the time Shay rounded towards second
base, the right fielder had the ball ... The smallest guy on their team who
now had his first chance to be the hero for his team. He could have thrown
the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's
intentions so he, too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the
third-baseman's head. Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners
ahead of him circled the bases toward home.
All were screaming, 'Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way
Shay'
Shay reached third base because the opposing
shortstop ran to help him by turning him in the direction of third base, and
shouted, 'Run to third! Shay, run to third!'
As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams,
and the spectators, were on their feet screaming, 'Shay, run home! Run home!'
Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit
the 'grand slam' and won the game for his team.
'That day', said the father softly with tears now
rolling down his face, 'the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true
love and humanity into this world'.
Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that
winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making his father so happy,
and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of
the day!
AND NOW A LITTLE FOOTNOTE TO THIS STORY: We all
send thousands of jokes through the e-mail without a second thought, but when
it comes to sending messages about life choices, people hesitate. The crude,
vulgar, and often obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but public
discussion about decency is too often suppressed in our schools and
workplaces.
If you're thinking about forwarding this message,
chances are that you're probably sorting out the people in your address book
who aren't the 'appropriate' ones to receive this type of message. Well, the
person who sent you this believes that we all can make a difference. We all
have thousands of opportunities every single day to help realize the 'natural
order of things.' So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people
present us with a choice: Do we pass along a little spark of love and
humanity or do we pass up those opportunities and leave the world a little
bit colder in the process?
A wise man once said every society is judged by how
it treats it's least fortunate amongst them.
You now have two choices:
1. Delete
2. Forward
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