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Two Choices
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> What would you do?....you make the choice. Don't look for a punch line,
# e# L5 I0 \+ z1 z> there isn't one. Read it anyway. My question is: Would you have made the
$ z. P5 g" Q: d! \- r> same choice?
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> At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves learning-disabled children,
# P0 E' N. o( O8 ]/ d8 j4 D# n> the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be" u" Q/ l$ J1 P# `
> forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated- h8 Z& O$ E! v/ y; U
> staff, he offered a question:% [; \ K% h6 X& Z3 i! f2 S7 d
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% t/ k! T; r2 C> 'When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does is
) Y. [! v( s/ p> done with perfection. Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other
+ J/ I! i1 t' [% {$ b1 `> children do. He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is the
$ z h6 n# \0 p> natural order of things in my son?'" Y) {9 w2 D2 m9 _! _; ^( J
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6 @' f- R# @4 R3 H- k> The audience was stilled by the query.! ]; e+ Z* O9 l. K K8 I
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> The father continued. 'I believe that when a child like Shay, physically
% a7 K! _- E+ \+ @( Z> and mentally handicapped comes into the world, an opportunity to realize
5 z* q* B: c. t0 f" _> true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people
- H& F7 l X) X1 l> treat that child.'8 F. V( s) c* |8 {/ D
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> Then he told the following story:
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/ C( u" C- y/ P- e5 q6 e> Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were
; \# W$ S% @ p: r. @> playing baseball. Shay asked, 'Do you think they'll let me play?' Shay's# [0 U1 ~3 D8 y* a. `
> father knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their
) Q! O6 Q* Y1 m7 x> team, but the father also understood that if his son were allowed to play,, m0 D+ M) L) _" T: Y' \. j
> it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be% s5 d+ q0 Z* Y5 N) Z
> 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' R. e$ w' t8 L( b9 |
> expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and
% t6 B) X! f2 }, r( J> said, 'We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I
9 K' S& c9 F4 c9 ^) o! H> guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth
5 E( D/ F% t' o3 t5 ^. m> inning.'
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> Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a
4 d9 O5 I* _2 B% \$ Q> team shirt. His Father watched with a small tear in his eye and warmth in
% ~9 _ t2 J9 \$ `* [ y$ |; n: ^9 }> his heart. The boys saw the father's joy at his son being accepted. In the$ ^8 C1 I: F6 _$ Y$ l9 y! X
> bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still& y, M$ M9 ~) ]8 j1 i" A" s
> behind by three. In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and, i% \) p$ o4 a1 ^9 ~
> played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was
' ` D" c$ T$ N( @' F2 H9 U> obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from, N0 X% F2 h; W: a" `! P
> ear to ear as his father waved to him from the stands. In the bottom of the. u& U8 K: }' F8 A
> ninth inning, Shay's team scored again. Now, with two outs and the bases* O5 {1 ^# b2 F
> loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be
7 ]3 r/ t0 }6 J4 c: _> next at bat.
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+ s4 X4 F' k7 i7 w7 O4 M/ U' F> At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the
' |4 {, z" @8 [# A ?> game? Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat Everyone knew that a hit was all
" A* _# B) ` L$ t> but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly,+ y9 I! `: J: N* @
> much less connect with the ball.
t/ L6 _" _+ @> However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the
$ R9 c7 n8 k% @3 M- W7 p> other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved% T% ?5 h- e9 M
> in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make
& A# s# i! d: ?! S% ?" Z) X> contact. The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed. The+ ?' h' |+ }; F. \7 _$ l) P
> pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay.5 o. R" ^% B; M9 x2 d
> As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball
* H; V! z) d: ?2 c> right back to the pitcher.9 G5 q3 _, N. u7 Y
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> The game would now be over. The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and
& r# `( i" |$ A$ G D0 \> could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been
: X e4 A" G3 o, u5 F$ ?8 ?9 R> out and that would have been the end of the game.
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2 x- T% k, f: ]> Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head, out8 U+ w4 _$ P. [
> of reach of all team mates. Everyone from the stands and both teams started0 X- e2 }/ W; ?1 }6 f
> yelling, 'Shay, run to first! Run to first!' Never in his life had Shay ever! u( _. r( H5 U4 I+ |4 q) \
> run that far, but he made it to first base. He scampered down the baseline,! q! J2 s1 E. M7 O8 q& ~
> wide-eyed and startled.9 T# c% h0 o7 r; c, F" _& D6 d
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% R& j) c! u6 R9 M- H3 J> Everyone yelled, 'Run to second, run to second!' Catching his breath, Shay
1 c& d% V4 Y( h' y) f> awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the
, d0 ?) e/ O# a# t# L> base. By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had8 C+ _1 ^2 S8 `* G0 {6 @6 z+ I
> the ball ... The smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to
) a2 k5 \2 |9 W* X: {- i> be the hero for his team. He could have thrown the ball to the7 n, d v7 \" o% l7 A" r
> second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intention So he,; c/ b# @4 A5 T4 |
> too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's
% K6 U0 {+ }9 y% ?> head. Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him7 h, q E- T) d7 f6 O8 L
> circled the bases toward home.9 L3 v; u- t; g5 F
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> All were screaming, 'Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay'# C! }5 u0 ~- x j& N, F
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6 Z) c$ Z6 N" U( A> Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by; A& t c' l; y7 d) @
> turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, 'Run to third!
' H; O9 r; V3 p> Shay, run to third!'; @& I" g. i& ^- h# A# p
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> As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on
! o! c w- J- k7 ?$ }# O> their feet screaming, 'Shay, run home! Run home!' Shay ran to home, stepped
7 E8 [: N* h/ C> on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the3 S. f& F, N7 o* m0 Z8 V8 c
> game for his team.2 {# m& C3 M, i* ^' [, m! p9 f
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5 c7 Q/ r" S( E2 T, @> 'That day', said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face,
, h8 F6 x( m6 e1 B> 'the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity7 U# M- h2 @& [5 v* {+ d1 }5 l" w
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> Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never
) l. b9 h. F2 B/ I$ D3 w& X. X> forgotten being the hero and making his father so happy, and coming home and
5 T7 {! Y1 g2 U+ V( j* W; Z> seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!
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/ w: `( k/ h* x- c0 L> AND NOW A LITTLE FOOTNOTE TO THIS STORY: We all send thousands of jokes. R# G/ ?4 R% c, q* N: d3 D
> through the e-mail without a second thought, but when it comes to sending/ C( ^6 w! ~; X w5 i' G: P! j0 [
> messages about life choices, people hesitate. The crude, vulgar, and often
4 W$ b" Y8 f0 e1 @' j; C6 S; p> obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion about decency
& \( S6 U9 n: E+ @> is too often suppressed in our schools and workplaces.
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! x' L/ {2 l. z, ]# O9 ~0 [> If you're thinking about forwarding this message, chances are that you're
, F9 c% u+ J, \2 m7 T> probably sorting out the people in your address book who aren't the& `0 D0 j- E6 N. M
> 'appropriate' ones to receive this type of message. Well, the person who- `" m( I! N6 f% l8 P
> sent you this believes that we all can make a difference. We all have; C- S! S# H7 x/ E& k
> thousands of opportunities every single day to help realize the 'natural5 e1 c `! D! ^. J9 r
> order of things.' So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people
4 `( J* i6 M; b3 m+ c$ ^0 N; m> present us with a choice: Do we pass along a little spark of love and
' j5 P4 j9 j" ]" ^( E( |> humanity or do we pass up those opportunities and leave the world a little
7 x* w" J. T; N6 `/ B8 t> bit colder in the process?
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# i2 d% F0 h. `1 H> A wise man once said every society is judged by/ P3 Z$ I( ]$ V" D3 j% _
> how it treats it's least fortunate amongst them.
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3 h5 I6 K" T( F" A3 p) k% k' o$ C% B> May your day, be a Shay Day. |
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