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> What would you do?....you make the choice. Don't look for a punch line,% R& o$ A& v) [
> there isn't one. Read it anyway. My question is: Would you have made the
1 @2 e. C8 W! Z y8 Q* p$ H: `> same choice?
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4 f1 K( T( r: O# c3 t> At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves learning-disabled children,
" g2 O, b+ E; C! I/ f$ D: E> the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be
, O4 V, U0 m m> forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated9 L3 _' ~& n9 X; W4 F
> staff, he offered a question:
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) }& {8 q. E% ]6 K7 ?> 'When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does is. H$ u7 u4 D( Q
> done with perfection. Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other1 O T0 w3 Y' m0 e& l
> children do. He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is the
% P- ?) A' H3 N3 d) Q+ R> natural order of things in my son?'# A# Y& W4 |7 M; I6 C. k
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9 z' u7 n+ [& L! ~$ V2 S> The audience was stilled by the query.
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0 c7 k7 ~7 k8 u2 F> The father continued. 'I believe that when a child like Shay, physically
8 s6 y; ]( r9 \) M> and mentally handicapped comes into the world, an opportunity to realize
3 e' _) x8 T0 h) d7 W7 p> true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people- ?& u/ s7 \8 L; T# z5 x/ O7 ~$ y
> treat that child.'
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- r$ `9 T$ t) a# Y# a> 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* ~! N( n( L0 @$ H" i, H3 d
> playing baseball. Shay asked, 'Do you think they'll let me play?' Shay's6 W: _* _" p" y: e P) ]% F V
> father knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their6 s3 j) v! o. R) }8 p
> team, but the father also understood that if his son were allowed to play,/ a/ Y* Q" A/ e/ u( o
> it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be; t% [. t9 q. u; R+ J5 T: s0 H
> 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
* t% k9 t4 a( P: C6 i, l> expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and
Q4 h# M" c" ^0 p& _. r> said, 'We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I
( L/ H: ~9 u7 A* R> guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth# m1 Z. v& C5 Y1 f2 k1 a- N* V! Y
> inning.'
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+ p, G; H$ r/ N' q V- K> Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a
z' d( d3 L6 U2 M: R5 ^> team shirt. His Father watched with a small tear in his eye and warmth in
" m" q3 W+ z% N7 u> his heart. The boys saw the father's joy at his son being accepted. In the6 n3 l3 T+ I4 M) F
> bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still
, j3 p; Y3 A0 C* T> behind by three. In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and
! Z E# E5 I2 v> played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was
. h4 C( @. F) ~& x1 u> obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from5 E, m9 G$ b, G0 h
> ear to ear as his father waved to him from the stands. In the bottom of the
" z8 U; h) W B3 }> ninth inning, Shay's team scored again. Now, with two outs and the bases( M% R2 {. \0 V5 P
> loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be' k* c2 N; j/ j9 i
> next at bat.
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9 l8 t! [4 G Z' G> At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the' q. u8 o$ m5 M; Y w
> game? Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat Everyone knew that a hit was all# E. ~9 t* S' D+ F3 H
> but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, ]2 W: T! V7 b; g: `% C" p2 C
> much less connect with the ball.
" X% c" j; H& c5 M, K* [( l> However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the8 r: ?1 V7 p6 g- ~7 r: B( K
> other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved
4 e& u+ K" g- t( E> in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make
) ~2 Z& G! [+ E7 h5 ]5 |+ a) S4 b( |> contact. The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed. The$ H$ I8 M3 W( c7 @. J( s1 {
> pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay.
8 n: q( a3 m* u( q% J/ z* J: V- f> As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball
# R B: t* R q" K7 ~ j Q> right back to the pitcher.
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> The game would now be over. The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and8 I0 ^: c H6 l0 r4 y: B: t
> could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been9 j8 ~ R: b% O9 G4 y8 t/ b% f
> out and that would have been the end of the game.
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> Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head, out
) F( i' I( w# H0 K& }> of reach of all team mates. Everyone from the stands and both teams started
4 e1 }7 | ?4 p/ d3 R4 q> yelling, 'Shay, run to first! Run to first!' Never in his life had Shay ever
@7 {) k, R8 Q3 d/ e* O> run that far, but he made it to first base. He scampered down the baseline,$ X& c2 ^) V3 o( I- R( p
> wide-eyed and startled.
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> Everyone yelled, 'Run to second, run to second!' Catching his breath, Shay
$ d' _- X: {' _ O: o, C6 i> awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the
6 Q7 {. C: Z; D8 L+ I4 C6 z> base. By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had% {" t- k. H3 \1 Y: { Y1 Q5 W
> the ball ... The smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to
8 w) V4 @; d2 ]% `) k' C> be the hero for his team. He could have thrown the ball to the
* y- R4 b$ _. u> second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intention So he,
+ J6 n7 f! t1 t4 X3 p' A> too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's0 S1 A7 m% k4 u" ^- E
> head. Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him$ L7 o2 {" v8 _: {! B
> circled the bases toward home.5 p2 {: r' W- [- f% F, ?
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/ G9 y2 f& L0 i9 k6 a1 G9 Q> All were screaming, 'Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay'0 n* Y3 L" L U4 ~
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, I3 f/ l* g, R& _6 b% R3 r9 B> Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by: \4 A/ S0 t! v! u
> turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, 'Run to third!! D4 F2 v2 z; H2 Y; q; n
> Shay, run to third!'/ s8 i9 B) |# r* V6 l1 ]0 \
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> As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on
. \$ k _, I T> their feet screaming, 'Shay, run home! Run home!' Shay ran to home, stepped
. T. x: `+ k" d> on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the5 O9 V6 Y+ r% j: o Y) A
> game for his team.
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' \/ f7 p* m( l" I" H- W> 'That day', said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face,
# ~* J- G' ^7 g# I; ]1 d3 ]+ ^. L> 'the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity+ _, b/ g L+ ~0 \! H- N
> into this world'.# C. s( T/ t: V. ~) D
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> Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never* w. O( Q3 r" W3 d
> forgotten being the hero and making his father so happy, and coming home and( i( Y* Y6 w- M% O$ I G
> seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!
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5 Z9 S+ [& T3 X5 {: H> AND NOW A LITTLE FOOTNOTE TO THIS STORY: We all send thousands of jokes7 I) t/ R$ U/ B) r/ `
> through the e-mail without a second thought, but when it comes to sending1 ?% H1 ^/ u9 l
> messages about life choices, people hesitate. The crude, vulgar, and often
4 [: L" n9 K. G6 A' m1 S7 }> obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion about decency p! j) O& ~7 N# p% t* c0 K0 T/ z
> is too often suppressed in our schools and workplaces.6 Z. P/ X2 k, q ^
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: ?+ [; N& c" Q0 o+ v& O+ j# R" x' ]> If you're thinking about forwarding this message, chances are that you're
$ Z1 z! C' E; t& j8 Z6 m/ [> probably sorting out the people in your address book who aren't the; F+ j% G7 F0 }
> 'appropriate' ones to receive this type of message. Well, the person who( F0 e/ [! g! _
> sent you this believes that we all can make a difference. We all have
$ B9 l9 W* k% i6 T5 l6 }. r> thousands of opportunities every single day to help realize the 'natural
. a1 v- @* H5 L> order of things.' So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people% @6 ^; V, w" N% k ?
> present us with a choice: Do we pass along a little spark of love and
; d; _# n" t+ a( Y# `) w> humanity or do we pass up those opportunities and leave the world a little1 t/ ]2 P* z7 E. |9 ?2 J
> bit colder in the process?
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> A wise man once said every society is judged by2 D& c, I& U- R1 F9 K% J4 N# `* y; }: y
> how it treats it's least fortunate amongst them.
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> You now have two choices:
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> 2. Forward! `0 w$ m% q+ n9 r$ ~* ?* w
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( g0 y* p2 [% t4 {: s+ p; s( e# {> May your day, be a Shay Day. |
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