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> What would you do?....you make the choice. Don't look for a punch line,5 N; n+ w! x# G& P
> there isn't one. Read it anyway. My question is: Would you have made the
% H% l4 Z4 {5 v& ~, x4 q; r> same choice?! E0 Y; ~$ r" L' R7 |
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1 S# Q9 a' G; `; I: b> At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves learning-disabled children,
+ R3 [) I ]& e- M/ L) @> the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be1 H: F Z2 i- \
> forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated
/ s# J. ^2 ?( n7 G- |& n> staff, he offered a question:
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> 'When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does is/ N) u+ e2 ^ i$ \$ a6 ?0 k
> done with perfection. Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other
* V, U6 I; V% }- W: @> children do. He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is the g( k& K0 L3 s0 O" l* n8 `8 g
> natural order of things in my son?'% l5 j1 K' A! S Q. \ R0 j5 D
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> The audience was stilled by the query.! p! K9 F- |: L2 O. \
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> The father continued. 'I believe that when a child like Shay, physically
3 R5 ~, `6 Y2 `> and mentally handicapped comes into the world, an opportunity to realize
# x1 [- F. x8 ~: L> true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people
. w; S( H; p+ `0 f* q> treat that child.'8 j) M# j9 P9 l7 {
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> Then he told the following story:% [! t& I7 @3 i" k/ Q8 R4 v7 ]) _
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1 f# X1 O4 B; c> Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were
/ ?6 i; W2 C8 m; \4 c& S% X> playing baseball. Shay asked, 'Do you think they'll let me play?' Shay's
! Z' K8 |* t. V8 o U3 s> father knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their
- i. Y/ S" C8 G& w" M> team, but the father also understood that if his son were allowed to play,
5 _6 A$ c$ N2 ]4 N4 `1 |3 O0 Z z> it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be
% b4 H+ }( M9 U5 P; s+ e> accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.
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. f, V9 X& h: L7 ]9 j% Q6 l' e> Shay's father approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not
I3 h4 ]; `9 P& I( y( B> expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and
; e5 ~, L3 w+ J+ A. c& u> said, 'We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I
: X( M- K9 t& i# u+ R& y> guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth
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0 I& g0 J3 ?) P, d( D> Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a
& d: C# W% O3 n& L: W> team shirt. His Father watched with a small tear in his eye and warmth in# k* j* b: m3 t- Q9 `
> his heart. The boys saw the father's joy at his son being accepted. In the
' H! c w3 Q( A: F> bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still
1 Q) p; W1 |- c% a6 `: D6 h> behind by three. In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and
5 c9 ?: H* H! n0 F4 s> played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was
+ d5 k7 m8 }! m. N2 h9 n" @* ^2 l> obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from
9 D h( D& {" ~+ _) T! X> ear to ear as his father waved to him from the stands. In the bottom of the0 l: j( D. e* z$ W1 {% D
> ninth inning, Shay's team scored again. Now, with two outs and the bases Q/ ~9 C% n: b5 K S: r; o7 P; F+ }
> loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be
9 D- R) J% w2 [> next at bat.. [( p9 ^3 _ j
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. x1 ?; U1 b* h5 L' P* ]> At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the+ I& }% Z( @6 N% C9 ^; a
> game? Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat Everyone knew that a hit was all
6 t# P8 H! e# [- T$ F$ M) _> but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly,
8 @2 P l+ { W. z1 X9 O> much less connect with the ball.
5 P0 P c# K! M$ H7 M" Q> However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the
$ n) c# e4 c* U2 l; P: |> other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved: j7 H+ [: U/ e& ~
> in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make \) b; h6 b2 v) M
> contact. The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed. The( O. [# s$ H O- ~
> pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay.
! K2 b' `6 V2 u> As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball# C0 I5 G3 V8 }4 [. _8 G0 k) Y7 Z0 x
> right back to the pitcher.
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> The game would now be over. The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and
9 ]6 r; x+ `" k& J3 k# W> could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been
! ]* G) {$ ^/ \8 }6 F4 R( ^> out and that would have been the end of the game.
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> Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head, out+ A6 s9 B( ~+ Z
> of reach of all team mates. Everyone from the stands and both teams started
& y) U$ z; V4 `# y> yelling, 'Shay, run to first! Run to first!' Never in his life had Shay ever
$ z1 Z: q4 P+ y9 Y, R> run that far, but he made it to first base. He scampered down the baseline,- V" G3 k3 R4 z; \" T% h) h
> wide-eyed and startled.4 v f6 O4 u- q0 A
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) \0 E) X0 N2 ^, i( T8 `, E> Everyone yelled, 'Run to second, run to second!' Catching his breath, Shay; K0 r% f5 p+ \
> awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the
1 a& i4 X7 }$ t" b! ^7 j/ z8 u$ w( h> base. By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had
) Z7 F. s+ g/ _> the ball ... The smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to
: [4 u) s5 a$ A" m7 D, P( w9 X> be the hero for his team. He could have thrown the ball to the, O; r1 G9 z: S* J5 ^- @
> second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intention So he,' M) w" z: n: q& U x% o
> too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's, T, x7 e7 ?' n- s! F3 ^- O( U
> head. Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him
6 ~/ y" v+ L9 |- H3 f1 O. b> circled the bases toward home.
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4 V/ T3 k: O( n3 I4 m- }, j; b! B> All were screaming, 'Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay'
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9 F5 C: ^5 y. i- V& t/ _> Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by! v0 ~" V& c9 Z p7 \, l5 b
> turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, 'Run to third!
% D7 R. F. X+ N0 V> Shay, run to third!'
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> As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on9 u6 [ g3 [0 x2 D
> their feet screaming, 'Shay, run home! Run home!' Shay ran to home, stepped8 X9 l4 J0 l n8 B5 C
> on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the7 h$ V. j+ g9 l" ^# E
> game for his team.
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> 'That day', said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face,3 M6 t. a" l6 e
> 'the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity0 o; G* {: @5 r5 X6 L
> into this world'.
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> Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never
4 E* V1 k0 Q4 d2 n- Y8 l3 T> forgotten being the hero and making his father so happy, and coming home and
& O6 i8 ~. o8 W2 a> seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!
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2 T9 {% _" s5 D! M( p; j> AND NOW A LITTLE FOOTNOTE TO THIS STORY: We all send thousands of jokes
. @1 o( {0 H; B0 |0 _* W> through the e-mail without a second thought, but when it comes to sending3 M0 k) w. j% Q1 B2 e! O
> messages about life choices, people hesitate. The crude, vulgar, and often
$ _- x6 x2 W5 Z9 Y5 [ H; D> obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion about decency
( m2 A% M& J* V9 [" ]7 \) r# y> is too often suppressed in our schools and workplaces.
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& L# Z" t/ q5 P7 u$ Y M> If you're thinking about forwarding this message, chances are that you're G( u0 J) ]9 d- Y" q, e
> probably sorting out the people in your address book who aren't the
4 q e- m* W! D1 i> 'appropriate' ones to receive this type of message. Well, the person who
* l) [, o" b" Q> sent you this believes that we all can make a difference. We all have
9 a, `9 U6 q, J> thousands of opportunities every single day to help realize the 'natural- Q$ M8 R6 t1 Q+ R
> order of things.' So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people8 H; e. r( b5 ^$ n% A
> present us with a choice: Do we pass along a little spark of love and
$ \3 }; E# N7 [4 i' Y> humanity or do we pass up those opportunities and leave the world a little) @8 X- T0 j1 c
> bit colder in the process?% K. M7 E: D5 D# S5 f0 j' {5 k# D
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> A wise man once said every society is judged by$ @$ x, ]: q3 q
> how it treats it's least fortunate amongst them.
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> You now have two choices:
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> 2. Forward; p! h* U8 _! y, H& H) Z! C
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> May your day, be a Shay Day. |
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