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Two Choices6 M) M. T$ N) q5 Z9 C# F. c9 E# i! f
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> What would you do?....you make the choice. Don't look for a punch line,
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> same choice?2 U% |& ~6 u+ K4 ?; x
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6 R9 F' w4 ]$ M# ?+ ?> At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves learning-disabled children,
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> forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated
7 ]- Z! U& m9 m> staff, he offered a question:6 V+ e0 Z; m6 y7 Y
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> 'When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does is/ d- b9 l$ `& c
> done with perfection. Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other7 h) k2 E2 |" x3 n: l; H
> children do. He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is the/ Z: [& z: X* T/ I( O
> natural order of things in my son?'
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, q# t% c. d, a- b6 W> The audience was stilled by the query.# m0 g/ v) g9 b; g# `+ r
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" v3 g" J! r! y# \. l> The father continued. 'I believe that when a child like Shay, physically
3 w* w9 C6 b# Q/ {/ @' b> and mentally handicapped comes into the world, an opportunity to realize8 q8 J1 L6 T+ f1 f8 \
> true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people
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O% {4 b! N; X5 T1 |/ j$ J> Then he told the following story:
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> Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were1 v, Z/ W [7 {- l* p& g
> playing baseball. Shay asked, 'Do you think they'll let me play?' Shay's
' B9 e4 n2 \/ z; x> father knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their9 L- ~$ ?% ~$ e
> team, but the father also understood that if his son were allowed to play,
7 s, P8 J. u, Y+ Q: V1 s> it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be
) \+ h3 L9 U2 U t9 r" @. G> accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.' V7 z q+ P" i ?: F) D
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> Shay's father approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not
& [, e6 v7 G2 M! F( x> expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and
& E7 U% E. ` u$ ~& Z) d> said, 'We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I
3 m, q4 H) \. [& x6 @& B7 w> guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth
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> Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a7 |$ V( N, z" F( H3 n& D2 D) T
> team shirt. His Father watched with a small tear in his eye and warmth in0 u) M. _* @0 y8 x
> his heart. The boys saw the father's joy at his son being accepted. In the$ l8 |- Q- p. o, h; z3 e
> bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still
' A& T; l# Z3 o% b$ i) M> behind by three. In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and/ i7 K3 ~$ Y& ` T+ d( \
> played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was
! t+ q: u) n/ H# C3 D: t> obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from. `* ^7 I; Z. `4 g0 u
> ear to ear as his father waved to him from the stands. In the bottom of the& g+ B. s9 ~0 ~# c1 _: z
> ninth inning, Shay's team scored again. Now, with two outs and the bases
& y3 C: H5 R7 k> loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be! b2 ]7 q& v, b- \% k& {+ n$ q
> next at bat.6 x* r, Y/ a9 s& V$ a* x! C: N) W
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* U* v- _+ }1 B( i/ H4 U. y U> At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the
# g* M' w/ T- N6 [> game? Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat Everyone knew that a hit was all
1 c" ?) Z8 k9 s' F& ^ w7 I1 n> but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly,9 P |- D- e- {( J
> much less connect with the ball.
n' Y$ ?; c# ~5 o+ V> However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the
* J9 F" v" \5 y! O8 l8 g> other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved
: c8 q2 z4 @ C> in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make' h# }" H( J% r, h
> contact. The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed. The
# l7 `- p; z. L% ^) H> pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay.& {& H2 I; S8 M) j3 U
> As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball, }" i* C s( t2 e
> right back to the pitcher.
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> The game would now be over. The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and
7 T5 N3 u- [( ^7 A& w1 }0 o> could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been
% ^8 M0 t2 W# }: m> out and that would have been the end of the game.
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! L; W0 E. Y+ }, T> Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head, out
4 [9 F- ^1 c( L4 m6 {5 \> of reach of all team mates. Everyone from the stands and both teams started
3 c/ X! U) x! \7 ~> yelling, 'Shay, run to first! Run to first!' Never in his life had Shay ever
! M: M0 h/ N7 _# ]( f( U6 s> run that far, but he made it to first base. He scampered down the baseline, h9 A7 `# V! L' D. X" L& B
> wide-eyed and startled.
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* ^; ~1 ]- Z6 u> Everyone yelled, 'Run to second, run to second!' Catching his breath, Shay! b) l5 E5 i" w9 F b
> awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the
4 Z+ j( f- W2 B/ p& h> base. By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had% L: I) f$ r8 U
> the ball ... The smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to
: x1 z% {1 Q z, x! h> be the hero for his team. He could have thrown the ball to the4 n/ z2 ]! Q. F2 a2 C. Q# t. O1 [
> second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intention So he, C0 w1 T$ s" c! @: l* n) C
> too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's$ _' x# o) a. }0 q
> head. Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him
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> All were screaming, 'Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay'- k! T* f- q) \" x+ x! K
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' o5 y. m1 q" K4 K> Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by2 K1 |3 y7 n# K' y7 {4 m
> turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, 'Run to third!% v) o8 E+ e3 x2 I' I m* u+ @
> Shay, run to third!'
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+ W+ \0 }/ y8 y$ s> As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on, Z. F5 C" F0 B; p. o. r& O
> their feet screaming, 'Shay, run home! Run home!' Shay ran to home, stepped
, J# W" i) b/ v0 l; [> on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the+ P8 A+ L5 }+ j w/ d$ T
> game for his team.4 X( M3 s* Q' d, c9 K/ V
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% I X' I$ {& w> 'That day', said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face,/ N4 z! s; Y8 u" n0 D
> 'the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity& Z0 ^) O' V% T+ `$ h
> into this world'.: Q! ]0 p/ m) ~
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> Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never2 R$ j* z" O' |9 U
> forgotten being the hero and making his father so happy, and coming home and
8 ]4 U; F0 Q( K1 h> seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!
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> AND NOW A LITTLE FOOTNOTE TO THIS STORY: We all send thousands of jokes
- e/ P$ b0 v& h3 v# D) T> through the e-mail without a second thought, but when it comes to sending! x+ ]8 N3 h f: Y- @
> messages about life choices, people hesitate. The crude, vulgar, and often
% C" d, {7 k2 ~8 l" G5 F* i/ r& ~> obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion about decency9 V4 Y }7 @% [1 I1 W8 Z
> is too often suppressed in our schools and workplaces.
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& ?" j6 |- F2 a* P* R; F0 K> If you're thinking about forwarding this message, chances are that you're3 u- q" i6 q" a! E ]
> probably sorting out the people in your address book who aren't the
. e w7 J6 K' [) J% s# H8 I+ s7 o> 'appropriate' ones to receive this type of message. Well, the person who
+ c0 c* H) Y) @- I> sent you this believes that we all can make a difference. We all have
) S9 {$ _& C# e+ F" O6 H$ l> thousands of opportunities every single day to help realize the 'natural# V+ d; D: I* E; U7 T3 |
> order of things.' So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people
0 a7 e' o3 |- a' O% z> present us with a choice: Do we pass along a little spark of love and7 A" {! s/ q7 x0 q$ N. ~1 [
> humanity or do we pass up those opportunities and leave the world a little2 `2 U# N7 P. x2 v- ^8 V8 j# M) j
> bit colder in the process?
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2 J9 p# P+ o0 }( d- J> A wise man once said every society is judged by- F+ O, t& L- I3 \
> how it treats it's least fortunate amongst them.1 U$ ~/ U, J6 s8 Z
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" \* [' {7 C& s3 X6 P8 E> You now have two choices:
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> 2. Forward
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> May your day, be a Shay Day. |
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