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$ E8 \/ S* f, y. d/ p' S> What would you do?....you make the choice. Don't look for a punch line,
+ F# B* Y/ A5 w, H7 ^> there isn't one. Read it anyway. My question is: Would you have made the7 K H$ E' f5 T; [% W
> same choice?
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! I/ \# G: j1 o> At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves learning-disabled children,9 I2 \+ [. [4 O" N( t9 s& U2 [) n
> the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be
' z. ^9 l# T6 H+ e! v> forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated7 |# M# z1 i7 F' d
> staff, he offered a question:3 M2 ~: I% d5 w6 q$ _9 _! Q. K
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5 y; n* o) p! x8 B1 O7 Y$ T> 'When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does is
# m- T5 W6 K1 Y1 ]4 I( P) ~# \1 J> done with perfection. Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other
$ ~/ ^ Q, p7 H6 [" h1 S> children do. He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is the5 C0 \1 q5 U1 H% n5 d* U
> natural order of things in my son?' n! S& m+ y7 X, D$ j
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> The audience was stilled by the query.
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- \( d( x# Y, N7 D0 x> The father continued. 'I believe that when a child like Shay, physically
+ Y/ q, r; m* S+ S> and mentally handicapped comes into the world, an opportunity to realize7 j$ @8 Q) ^+ W u! a
> true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people9 _! `9 _/ J; i' P
> treat that child.'
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> Then he told the following story:: K; F$ L1 h2 o! z+ x( s+ j
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> Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were
, ]: j- o2 ]& `0 {/ v; |$ T> playing baseball. Shay asked, 'Do you think they'll let me play?' Shay's# I4 X! t/ {7 B( i3 F
> father knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their
8 C) U: R+ q. r) D7 G- o> team, but the father also understood that if his son were allowed to play,0 x- m% i( O# R
> it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be4 E( d ?* Y7 Q/ v
> accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.7 ?6 q) }- s# R1 g. X) U
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8 |+ Y6 @5 @! A4 A" v+ d$ C> Shay's father approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not
/ |: H- ?% J4 @, P# r> expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and
, ~( E# v& I3 H9 w> said, 'We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I
4 `, S& t6 L3 E) O$ G3 j& Y# ]8 l> guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth
/ K5 ^7 a- X+ r/ ?3 s$ A> inning.'
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> Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a
1 B9 V9 L8 V% J1 i; y> team shirt. His Father watched with a small tear in his eye and warmth in! q+ v9 }8 K* {0 i
> his heart. The boys saw the father's joy at his son being accepted. In the+ w& \, i2 k' t, p5 L- x. `
> bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still- e0 i3 p$ L. i/ o* Q/ t
> behind by three. In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and
3 @" u, o. Y# l1 h. ~7 _9 Y- R> played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was, B% k- q7 E9 @* p8 E' {
> obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from
2 o9 i$ z7 y* i" M6 ]2 U- L2 `> ear to ear as his father waved to him from the stands. In the bottom of the- r6 d% v# X# T( ~# `* P
> ninth inning, Shay's team scored again. Now, with two outs and the bases* {+ _$ i- k" i
> loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be
# w0 D9 w ~3 |> next at bat.3 ? ^$ t; S2 x
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: k% s9 w# h$ O2 j/ N" P6 }> At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the% Z+ D) Q$ @4 _/ _
> game? Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat Everyone knew that a hit was all2 Z1 ]- X0 H% \
> but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly,$ {( K7 z) I+ ?* L% \
> much less connect with the ball.7 J& r+ M) }& G) f( h A. p' `- Z
> However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the
6 X/ d6 D& m/ B> other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved3 b- X2 [% b/ c0 r5 B7 k
> in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make
4 g! S! V/ D( j4 r> contact. The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed. The( n6 m) ?; y* X! l
> pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay.
8 C8 \4 g; p& _3 s3 Y* z> As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball V# ]" s0 P* L- P* h5 e* S7 Q: i
> right back to the pitcher.
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> The game would now be over. The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and$ q2 m! M% {9 U4 O1 ~$ Z4 S
> could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been& L! b% m4 l6 O6 C1 b$ k8 {: g* }
> out and that would have been the end of the game.3 \! a9 a& i0 k% [. M
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J; Y$ ^6 J' X9 A. t( L> Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head, out
3 z% r+ {4 |" P- l0 o> of reach of all team mates. Everyone from the stands and both teams started6 k6 k3 W" P+ E. e! N( D
> yelling, 'Shay, run to first! Run to first!' Never in his life had Shay ever9 _! N; H P5 l' j
> run that far, but he made it to first base. He scampered down the baseline,
# H! b' n7 N: _4 K" X3 ?+ w> wide-eyed and startled.3 G/ m w: L9 S6 o
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> Everyone yelled, 'Run to second, run to second!' Catching his breath, Shay( }) c. t) Z, l. L4 k. E- y+ a( f0 c
> awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the6 }8 ~! g0 K3 K
> base. By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had
0 ?, @, {! D9 T( u( Z> the ball ... The smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to
/ L, M3 J5 D' e1 O4 F/ T( i4 Z> be the hero for his team. He could have thrown the ball to the" Q9 A; p# F0 G4 E/ W3 T
> second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intention So he,
+ f" o# |6 Q1 B# f3 l> too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's9 J/ j7 ]/ i- ` x6 V A
> head. Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him
" n* p% H; L# t3 }> circled the bases toward home.2 y# S$ \! f- M2 x
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> All were screaming, 'Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay'% B3 q! R* g9 D% ]! A5 N
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> Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by
3 b' L2 {5 b7 F- Z> turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, 'Run to third!+ I1 y: e) q4 q2 C/ o. D6 E
> Shay, run to third!'
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> As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on
2 Y! c7 R% y1 m. a> their feet screaming, 'Shay, run home! Run home!' Shay ran to home, stepped8 y( v7 M. g+ M, [- C
> on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the+ E+ I8 ], ]# m1 a( P: ~
> game for his team.
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> 'That day', said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face,9 I( k2 ]$ N& G5 R" o: o
> 'the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity
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" U7 d% H4 b+ I& i g" R> Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never( b4 r0 d8 k* ~5 ]: ^# k% q" z9 t
> forgotten being the hero and making his father so happy, and coming home and( [/ Q# B8 |) X4 l: C
> seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!3 ]' N& A6 e$ n9 t T
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> AND NOW A LITTLE FOOTNOTE TO THIS STORY: We all send thousands of jokes
0 P) I8 I* q+ g& a, O' c' U> through the e-mail without a second thought, but when it comes to sending; E" S! \" M" i
> messages about life choices, people hesitate. The crude, vulgar, and often6 I4 w- d: z, ~9 [
> obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion about decency
6 A& M4 b- O3 v% V0 ]: D> is too often suppressed in our schools and workplaces.
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( n0 n" C g6 O# E+ ~. t; x> If you're thinking about forwarding this message, chances are that you're2 ]( g# B- X" y! T3 ^8 I p7 G
> probably sorting out the people in your address book who aren't the
1 }; V7 k( Q: h. _5 h, Q> 'appropriate' ones to receive this type of message. Well, the person who1 F9 _2 ^# j" A) q
> sent you this believes that we all can make a difference. We all have3 }& q5 h5 D2 t0 u S$ X
> thousands of opportunities every single day to help realize the 'natural
# k, U9 T5 G3 z. `) `8 i* C" b> order of things.' So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people/ o5 T* S4 W8 i/ Z
> present us with a choice: Do we pass along a little spark of love and7 Q' I& m& M3 H Q: Q
> humanity or do we pass up those opportunities and leave the world a little
9 o H9 `" G0 H f> bit colder in the process?
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> A wise man once said every society is judged by! F1 N* M m3 P: d: Z
> how it treats it's least fortunate amongst them.
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6 P E+ u5 Z1 D7 u/ {> 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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