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> What would you do?....you make the choice. Don't look for a punch line,
" V8 \0 a7 b' `) a) Q* B> there isn't one. Read it anyway. My question is: Would you have made the
2 W# r6 N( {1 b$ j1 g1 m> same choice?% Q% K8 B3 s7 C# r g3 B. j
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+ H6 [! `5 y* d% h, W7 b$ A> At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves learning-disabled children,
, m" i1 V; r, l* a; { O> the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be
0 C6 a# ?$ R% l5 b" u> forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated
/ y& b* Z c9 p9 @9 F' l> staff, he offered a question:
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3 M0 o0 P4 }+ E0 Q> 'When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does is
4 c# j3 z" E: {9 m& ?4 {> done with perfection. Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other
0 O, e+ }: ]: H+ V- S> children do. He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is the
1 w0 ?1 X8 e3 T> natural order of things in my son?'
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( U9 \- y$ M1 v7 l7 F1 {> The audience was stilled by the query.
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> The father continued. 'I believe that when a child like Shay, physically, U$ Y/ Q8 N- l5 d
> and mentally handicapped comes into the world, an opportunity to realize, }% _. B7 O$ l4 S( ~& U& w
> true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people
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3 B8 @( y1 i% E+ V' ?2 U> Then he told the following story:; M! W4 h* d2 A3 o
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> Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were. e, Z9 g, n6 o: n+ w. b3 F
> playing baseball. Shay asked, 'Do you think they'll let me play?' Shay's W6 w/ } W: b* a6 W
> father knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their
2 {& }- Q% E- b2 k7 }2 L( ~> team, but the father also understood that if his son were allowed to play,
5 i' ^5 b+ i6 o) d0 t, J, ]6 P0 W3 M> it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be
. O( F3 X' m: P; O- P> accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.
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> Shay's father approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not
( m* T; \' @4 ?! Z+ d' ]* }9 I4 ?> expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and
$ H; e2 L' r5 P" ?) V> said, 'We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I
4 n# E/ ?" K+ ^& c# a% {. I. R> 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 a
( j4 I; C2 z' c4 m> team shirt. His Father watched with a small tear in his eye and warmth in, }$ W6 ^# R7 R# Y, N" u
> his heart. The boys saw the father's joy at his son being accepted. In the9 s' G7 k8 F+ Z/ I5 L7 J
> bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still
9 {( r# x' h3 Y! H+ M: g> behind by three. In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and
( \* X1 z F5 v4 E3 A9 R> played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was
- K6 ?* d4 J! F: ~9 }> obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from
$ |% p6 H+ T8 Y% |# i9 r> ear to ear as his father waved to him from the stands. In the bottom of the6 N( u, I3 |3 m5 s
> ninth inning, Shay's team scored again. Now, with two outs and the bases7 X, E2 i9 d' V, r6 N9 G
> loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be& c3 C: |" S3 j; G2 R' t
> next at bat.
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' r. A# b$ v' P' U* K8 T9 g> At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the
, w j3 t6 V. U6 o> game? Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat Everyone knew that a hit was all
* U' X1 X& v0 _7 n, W> but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly,
6 p6 x# O+ i7 `! F& B4 w> much less connect with the ball.6 e+ Q" I( R! o/ J; j
> However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the. ~( a3 b+ G1 |" i
> other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved4 f% |8 N% s: g' J2 u
> in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make
0 [6 q0 b1 I& s H' o> contact. The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed. The
7 c8 W/ ?# M% f( u" }0 r( K4 A> pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay.# z4 a8 S7 u3 R1 h6 g
> As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball
% m) }4 R, Z! w4 b> right back to the pitcher.$ P: u$ N- q0 f
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8 l$ o1 z/ S/ P# M1 O# r4 f> The game would now be over. The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and
6 T9 _% M# e* i; O ^+ W> could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been2 q8 O/ V& u2 t, ]9 S& I
> out and that would have been the end of the game.1 Y3 Z5 ?: c7 Q; r- Q1 O. d+ W
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% g3 l" F. R- B$ Q: i> Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head, out$ O& o3 e3 K- V
> of reach of all team mates. Everyone from the stands and both teams started
& y* N; Q4 N; I> yelling, 'Shay, run to first! Run to first!' Never in his life had Shay ever1 x# |$ Z. V+ s" O8 A
> run that far, but he made it to first base. He scampered down the baseline,/ y0 G& @- b, r5 q, i+ z& z9 C
> wide-eyed and startled.: V" L, U# D5 i. X7 }2 p/ E' v
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& D/ q5 u! S9 A' c7 n$ p> Everyone yelled, 'Run to second, run to second!' Catching his breath, Shay O3 I: A: c0 l: e" d
> awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the% X0 m$ O" l8 ^$ D
> base. By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had
3 T- m( K7 M4 }: F* ~* _/ L% A8 B: F> the ball ... The smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to
2 }" j: O% Q* f> be the hero for his team. He could have thrown the ball to the8 o3 {/ z i5 U, J2 f8 n9 ?7 ~& F: J
> second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intention So he,
* k+ H! w) h! N- v* c> too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's( R: c8 `& r3 ]+ b3 }7 u
> head. Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him8 U W/ G S! l! s3 J
> circled the bases toward home.7 ^ y2 V, T/ Y9 n1 z2 p( `, z, K
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> All were screaming, 'Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay'5 F( t/ e6 M' Q/ W
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# }3 ?" v+ q, H> Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by
# f0 u; V6 R) f' [0 u9 s> turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, 'Run to third!- J' K- z1 J/ H5 Y+ }4 F8 L
> Shay, run to third!'; o5 \" C0 w& o& G a& x4 v
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5 K0 T- M0 p" X, W. c' N* `> As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on4 w; F" D, Q% E5 u
> their feet screaming, 'Shay, run home! Run home!' Shay ran to home, stepped
! p3 S4 @( Y/ Z& @> on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the
5 T0 I. Y+ i( d, T; j7 ?> game for his team.
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4 a3 R5 Y+ v# g+ U: @- E Q> 'That day', said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face,8 ]+ B. v" p5 P) q8 [* v
> 'the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity! S' D8 D7 m6 L. R( r# k) U
> into this world'.
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7 I5 i5 G3 d9 g! S1 }: M> Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never
: p. O' J& ]5 S> forgotten being the hero and making his father so happy, and coming home and! m/ @" o8 ?1 i) s/ c# V# z
> seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!6 H0 W8 n6 M1 V/ S+ X
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; |1 L& ~* D/ o* Y$ O% t$ q$ R> AND NOW A LITTLE FOOTNOTE TO THIS STORY: We all send thousands of jokes
4 n4 g4 C" c7 s& ~" v> through the e-mail without a second thought, but when it comes to sending/ n( p N* O- p2 Q2 L. I
> messages about life choices, people hesitate. The crude, vulgar, and often$ y: L: b8 R2 p5 ]
> obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion about decency
+ O, ~$ |- @# Z R; ?2 E( \) n. J> is too often suppressed in our schools and workplaces.4 h4 Q% K# P- X* d. U6 v9 ?" r2 y0 k
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! e! E2 Z* T6 n% A- F |> If you're thinking about forwarding this message, chances are that you're0 l# Q7 V3 \3 O0 i' W
> probably sorting out the people in your address book who aren't the/ F" ?: g. X$ [2 X/ ?- Z! X
> 'appropriate' ones to receive this type of message. Well, the person who
. I( \7 i1 e- m9 U> sent you this believes that we all can make a difference. We all have
5 Y) r' r4 m$ ?3 E; K4 u5 P> thousands of opportunities every single day to help realize the 'natural
) u- D, S/ K) S> order of things.' So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people
8 x7 i, Q8 Z. j0 T: ]+ L3 w' `! ]> present us with a choice: Do we pass along a little spark of love and
+ |3 B& y/ `" i> humanity or do we pass up those opportunities and leave the world a little/ [4 Y8 n. l& D2 Z6 G
> bit colder in the process?/ Y3 W" p& t( z3 f" z" M
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> A wise man once said every society is judged by
. w( {2 j3 _) e1 b" L> how it treats it's least fortunate amongst them.
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> You now have two choices:
( B/ H. u1 V+ a1 z; n' E> 1. Delete
. y7 n( U2 Y, k0 l' V> 2. Forward
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: j4 e/ L/ x; L9 t2 w" |5 Z> May your day, be a Shay Day. |
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