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& H2 ?" v5 h1 m' ~. Q> What would you do?....you make the choice. Don't look for a punch line,
4 `3 j+ f7 ~+ x$ v; B> there isn't one. Read it anyway. My question is: Would you have made the% v* M5 S; I0 ^
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! f' g+ s& ]8 g) x* y> At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves learning-disabled children,: P& R$ y$ B; C
> the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be3 G, P. V6 t& g5 D
> forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated
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9 i6 N' ^6 J' l& t$ F6 R7 H# O4 C> 'When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does is# T" k+ U% p; b7 ^( |
> done with perfection. Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other( R" E4 u4 m: g( K7 j6 m" N
> children do. He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is the
! [/ g4 `. d5 h# Q7 |) f> natural order of things in my son?'
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! `0 Q; \8 c0 G9 w* a; `> The audience was stilled by the query.
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> The father continued. 'I believe that when a child like Shay, physically# O6 @/ l: p: f# j5 H0 D
> and mentally handicapped comes into the world, an opportunity to realize
) e! } v# W" K, j/ j> true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people0 x7 S9 o6 r0 H2 M
> treat that child.'. s6 ^) D7 B( X" Z F% b2 l7 Q
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@% y0 M/ i- u, W 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 were" k$ Q- q; B6 p1 x. k3 g
> playing baseball. Shay asked, 'Do you think they'll let me play?' Shay's' I5 E8 a2 O. u* y
> father knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their. w9 H. V, Q" A9 i& E- u6 S
> team, but the father also understood that if his son were allowed to play,: P5 Z8 P1 Q" _8 e" }9 r; I- j* }$ A
> it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be0 Q, W8 y' |$ }. f
> 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 (not0 n) \" r4 J& Y: B
> expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and
. i7 d( d9 f9 C4 q> said, 'We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I
/ M; o" |( v) _5 ~( n) j$ {( m. r [* v> guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth* a+ Q# {; Y# J1 g
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2 u" U) Z' L! A$ Z# G3 V; v$ S> Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a, {& R/ P% q0 p4 s+ E4 g4 x0 ~
> team shirt. His Father watched with a small tear in his eye and warmth in% V, v0 _5 {5 t
> his heart. The boys saw the father's joy at his son being accepted. In the/ |4 @5 N0 A5 e- {; V6 G
> bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still
* ]1 v+ i+ ~% H% ?+ {> behind by three. In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and
3 S. i4 k$ n+ N: E, m+ d> played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was
0 D5 w v( T. Q7 k7 [2 r( w- F> obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from$ ]6 Y0 J0 [5 I! J' C+ d6 k5 K
> ear to ear as his father waved to him from the stands. In the bottom of the
/ J$ v+ q- z1 m! S> ninth inning, Shay's team scored again. Now, with two outs and the bases* g. l+ z* y' F0 k5 i" Q8 @
> loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be
/ z# X8 _! B( o8 J" h6 ?; Y) l, }> next at bat.$ l! v. F2 X) r ]
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- X: H, U: ?4 F% H" r3 D* e" P> At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the
; n* r% _% v" y1 R2 b! N S( B> game? Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat Everyone knew that a hit was all
* N' Q8 _- \ I) O5 I> but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly,+ T* {) Z3 X. x3 u X+ K% p
> much less connect with the ball.8 z& R& ]2 r5 i
> However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the
- B$ P! x, C, X4 m4 S. `. [0 {> other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved2 S7 G) A6 ^% W+ W) W% L' a
> in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make: v. W q5 r4 `. {! F% }
> contact. The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed. The8 r9 v; `7 C' W3 ?' o7 v0 N/ Z3 {
> pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay.3 l+ {* M8 j" g& y" T
> As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball, e9 p5 W: T% F' @& i! B% E
> right back to the pitcher.8 A# E) Q$ N( X2 e+ V% E
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" N9 f, J5 ]& l" i& r> The game would now be over. The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and8 q. ]2 c O4 s0 _; K6 M" X
> could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been
" ^5 j) R: v" t% A> out and that would have been the end of the game.
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# L5 B+ r& T/ U> Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head, out
" _& u! c) S, C w> of reach of all team mates. Everyone from the stands and both teams started, j/ X+ s+ N; P! W
> yelling, 'Shay, run to first! Run to first!' Never in his life had Shay ever
. c8 O% a& \* u( X6 x: R, U> run that far, but he made it to first base. He scampered down the baseline,
. m9 q5 m( g& Q" W0 H> wide-eyed and startled.) O7 |% ?# c2 N6 R3 Z; w$ N1 {
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> Everyone yelled, 'Run to second, run to second!' Catching his breath, Shay% y2 |5 ~$ O. T) u7 }0 J& p
> awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the
, S3 L2 G% @( m! G> base. By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had
6 O3 i% C0 Z% l5 L> the ball ... The smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to/ q2 v, c* N/ g Q& c
> be the hero for his team. He could have thrown the ball to the0 U, d$ @/ ^8 @$ m ^2 I# B' i( A' i+ U, U
> second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intention So he,
- X' H3 D1 x: H( A s> too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's
3 E3 P' h" \ q, q> head. Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him0 O( R3 m! @2 ^
> circled the bases toward home.$ f! ~( |, Y& L& S
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> All were screaming, 'Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay'5 h( ]3 a8 }! c/ A0 d% Z
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; O# t' b W; v+ e# R> Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by8 L- i/ w/ @- N+ S! L
> turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, 'Run to third!# M& G: p# ?0 L- K9 r% |' S
> Shay, run to third!'
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0 x5 N* B" j; q l/ D( x4 x l) r> As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on
: q5 |" M L5 Z# ~5 G) A> their feet screaming, 'Shay, run home! Run home!' Shay ran to home, stepped. J5 c4 e4 y1 E' k
> on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the
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* B! h* ~" v4 o% a> 'That day', said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face,
* B) I# }3 `7 c, Q7 Q$ E> 'the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity
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> Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never
/ D$ v$ h- q* j$ |. A' [; r> forgotten being the hero and making his father so happy, and coming home and# X& F! _. ?1 ~8 G: i3 y
> seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!, ~2 @8 T V6 F- M3 p5 p4 m
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7 Y! q$ d! T& k$ N4 i> AND NOW A LITTLE FOOTNOTE TO THIS STORY: We all send thousands of jokes5 _7 X; E% k. X w. ^, Q5 v
> through the e-mail without a second thought, but when it comes to sending9 ]9 @3 h* }" `, v& K, ^
> messages about life choices, people hesitate. The crude, vulgar, and often4 l- W/ [' E7 J$ V: H
> obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion about decency
4 f/ e/ t+ d, i$ _7 r; S* W> is too often suppressed in our schools and workplaces.
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> If you're thinking about forwarding this message, chances are that you're- |0 Q' J: Q8 p* d+ ~3 k5 U, ]; z
> probably sorting out the people in your address book who aren't the
5 q0 c8 R* d/ ?9 `8 `/ |# @> 'appropriate' ones to receive this type of message. Well, the person who9 L7 A/ T; [3 s' ?+ K
> sent you this believes that we all can make a difference. We all have! ~1 q, w# S' @7 Z9 {
> thousands of opportunities every single day to help realize the 'natural
/ C4 x5 {4 h, v* x; E1 [4 L0 t3 o> order of things.' So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people9 \) `6 u! j4 v4 J5 Q% |+ ^* H
> present us with a choice: Do we pass along a little spark of love and
- S* k( I2 y) X! `8 c> humanity or do we pass up those opportunities and leave the world a little y7 N M& W! r' \0 l& j
> bit colder in the process?
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) ^" n6 e* @# i1 s0 A5 a2 b> A wise man once said every society is judged by7 \. j `7 c: `
> how it treats it's least fortunate amongst them.' V3 A7 l- z r4 [8 `8 b5 o
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> You now have two choices:
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