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H8 u7 G8 p* f' i4 x- d: N* L1 F> What would you do?....you make the choice. Don't look for a punch line,, U \; }! a1 ` `9 g& B5 U
> there isn't one. Read it anyway. My question is: Would you have made the
z2 _4 q) {; ]$ D4 k4 ^> same choice?! X, W2 e$ z, j+ R! q4 B
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% e2 N; n6 _% |7 L> At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves learning-disabled children,
# \* U# N# ]8 m8 z* P- w+ K1 P1 m$ n> the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be
' l4 C4 O; Z8 I7 l> forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated
8 P F0 e* b1 m7 N> staff, he offered a question:
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3 W$ B; r* X# H- \ Y" g3 R# u> 'When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does is: v$ v. Z- ~! t" }4 D# p0 Y
> done with perfection. Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other z/ H, @9 O( k0 }8 x
> children do. He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is the7 C3 h5 B. r% `. |2 @$ p' Q0 T8 g
> natural order of things in my son?'; n% g$ m* R! \* G+ Q
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> The audience was stilled by the query.
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0 e) Y* j6 A1 r; @% f> The father continued. 'I believe that when a child like Shay, physically
- p8 _% \2 k+ K! h> and mentally handicapped comes into the world, an opportunity to realize
& s m {" O9 Z' |> true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people2 y# l; S: n# C
> treat that child.'
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> Then he told the following story:- M- ]2 x) x2 c+ j( ], ^ D
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> Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were% g$ u x9 Z5 ^1 E0 @7 e& n
> playing baseball. Shay asked, 'Do you think they'll let me play?' Shay's
9 s0 ~0 P# G9 t7 `: F5 N> father knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their
, B- q$ w, O& S8 w, X> team, but the father also understood that if his son were allowed to play,
! }. p+ S. d& B* s7 j> it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be, ?- R$ j! b9 D/ E, g q
> accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.0 j& h9 a) b t) ?' j8 O2 u
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> Shay's father approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not8 C" x* w; X7 r+ _
> expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and
' _9 D; l% Y+ }4 ~) e' _% ]> said, 'We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I
' Z: W- g! @2 b$ _0 ?0 E4 l> guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth
+ J% c4 c: }8 Z> inning.'
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/ V: C3 v# ~3 e2 T9 e8 F% S& c4 W> Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a! |# v$ P: |8 w* C" u# x# T
> team shirt. His Father watched with a small tear in his eye and warmth in9 R3 b$ H" W, M
> his heart. The boys saw the father's joy at his son being accepted. In the
7 ^9 p2 U( I% c: J; I1 a) K> bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still8 ]8 N8 T- h. T) T1 L" W6 w
> behind by three. In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and" l9 b9 o( K" ?" `
> played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was% o/ L# }& b5 {3 ~8 p) @
> obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from" ? V" m7 L- e
> ear to ear as his father waved to him from the stands. In the bottom of the) k1 `+ p8 Q6 f# W2 b
> ninth inning, Shay's team scored again. Now, with two outs and the bases
7 j+ n. I; }& C0 I> loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be1 _# |% ]& x: A
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> At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the
~& t! H+ u0 |. s/ d. I> game? Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat Everyone knew that a hit was all) A* C' }8 p/ y% Q
> but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly,
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> However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the( @5 ~/ I3 m: w t0 x) G
> other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved. p7 z% o+ s S$ `4 }7 H! d
> in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make
) W& O$ d" u' h- Z- I4 o> contact. The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed. The
" l/ v+ y0 M- H> pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay.
9 q* Z, O5 [! J; s# r> As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball% |* H8 E1 h: D. a1 \$ U# X
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5 a& \; F- A6 V! f. q& `! E |' Z> The game would now be over. The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and
& V' o2 d& X4 ]! Z1 l9 B> could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been
3 \. k( I7 |& N* q! f1 ?> out and that would have been the end of the game.4 ?5 q$ ~# a! I' \6 F
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> Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head, out+ j# ~+ G# G" x( r* r: g
> of reach of all team mates. Everyone from the stands and both teams started% t6 I1 P5 z0 d! Y4 y) O& h
> yelling, 'Shay, run to first! Run to first!' Never in his life had Shay ever
0 ]5 ` k7 z3 p8 h> run that far, but he made it to first base. He scampered down the baseline,+ x3 w! X! ?& z' |
> wide-eyed and startled.8 j2 b/ {0 E/ X
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> Everyone yelled, 'Run to second, run to second!' Catching his breath, Shay
* u8 z' R6 a) Q3 e4 j8 S4 f4 X8 `> awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the
S# w5 Y9 p5 h9 T. U> base. By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had
% e3 e0 r* [& r3 f> the ball ... The smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to
! u: [# s7 |, _( `) X> be the hero for his team. He could have thrown the ball to the
" U( B: D# C2 x. O$ E> second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intention So he,+ P% \6 P. B- Z( R0 ~
> too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's
; `7 }* w7 e. h" `> head. Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him
% k# u2 |" ]/ y: e# s> circled the bases toward home.9 r8 ?4 K+ q! t& q6 {; C
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> All were screaming, 'Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay'
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> Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by
- K$ Q Y0 L }+ p' l> turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, 'Run to third!
& u$ K" {: C4 v( h( w% I7 v! D> Shay, run to third!'
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6 y2 `( n! l) ?' q B> As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on
_1 ^9 H5 r/ J5 W- p( m> their feet screaming, 'Shay, run home! Run home!' Shay ran to home, stepped
m% c, u1 ^4 u+ }> on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the
5 C" j0 s, D: L: W: Z& H& k> game for his team.
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- Z( s! w3 Y o> 'That day', said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face,' B9 { r1 i9 w* \ {+ ?
> 'the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity+ k0 f [8 o; I5 `3 r9 D
> into this world'.
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> Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never
2 k$ Q: z7 m1 Q" C6 A( q> forgotten being the hero and making his father so happy, and coming home and6 J) g( v6 e: b5 `
> seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!
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$ p% f9 ]( ?' `, _) u$ d; x- V# c> AND NOW A LITTLE FOOTNOTE TO THIS STORY: We all send thousands of jokes+ v- L1 ^" l2 Z1 _
> through the e-mail without a second thought, but when it comes to sending' l% P' o; g2 D% q6 W
> messages about life choices, people hesitate. The crude, vulgar, and often4 ?1 ]6 q1 g" q* O: k
> obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion about decency
4 u7 {' c% A( X5 }1 M! r> is too often suppressed in our schools and workplaces.# g9 q8 z* j5 I f* T
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: g9 l6 d4 X1 I2 C% {> If you're thinking about forwarding this message, chances are that you're
$ F3 m g; @$ S% F! ~> probably sorting out the people in your address book who aren't the
/ X# V1 ^$ }: A. B2 Z9 T% S> 'appropriate' ones to receive this type of message. Well, the person who, G; b5 e; [- V
> sent you this believes that we all can make a difference. We all have
; ^4 ]+ O+ W }0 P( d- ^> thousands of opportunities every single day to help realize the 'natural
9 n4 y5 F; K$ ?/ s: d$ f> order of things.' So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people
: X) |& X& ^% A9 k$ H6 Z! o> present us with a choice: Do we pass along a little spark of love and$ W ^) _8 B. N' w5 s- T0 Y% D
> humanity or do we pass up those opportunities and leave the world a little( Q, p% ~8 X. a% L G
> bit colder in the process?
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> A wise man once said every society is judged by
: r4 g {1 c9 G# D: k# [" C P* G> how it treats it's least fortunate amongst them.
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5 P6 n9 j/ v. A> You now have two choices:
: ?( c1 N& V" u0 h% k> 1. Delete" R2 S1 F: H y/ @; G" p: e
> 2. Forward6 J0 x2 H5 z, ^% T& m# ]
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> May your day, be a Shay Day. |
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