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: I, X; A2 ~7 P- s' K/ |$ n& D> What would you do?....you make the choice. Don't look for a punch line,% o9 d/ x! }/ ~( H
> there isn't one. Read it anyway. My question is: Would you have made the
5 _2 J5 _! W* I. h0 f> same choice?. m" i9 U9 v" e! g' t' [
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> At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves learning-disabled children,
0 ^* H2 Y4 z; s: y$ e> the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be
0 z$ H& |6 \8 N7 U' d> forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated
0 @0 C$ k+ Q" h7 Q0 E; C> staff, he offered a question:$ z! x+ m: a' W* P: R; g* I: `
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> 'When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does is
" b( x& p8 }0 V* d7 ~5 w> done with perfection. Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other
4 V8 z9 L# v2 P, x/ C> children do. He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is the9 ` q$ a- y3 b
> natural order of things in my son?'1 l9 M3 x* Q7 Q( e
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> The audience was stilled by the query.7 n0 c3 w* W! z0 S3 m
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> The father continued. 'I believe that when a child like Shay, physically v" ?7 M8 E! s/ I
> and mentally handicapped comes into the world, an opportunity to realize
6 D2 Y! d3 k& G6 e+ k/ j7 U> true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people [' O [5 J( I2 F* L' U7 G9 L
> treat that child.'3 R0 `/ g' c& y) l- U( x
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: w1 Q" |2 d8 o( ]/ o# @7 z9 @3 c$ q> Then he told the following story:& d* k' }( k7 H
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# y5 U- k$ P& m6 z) v> Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were8 Y% J% z0 P* K3 a
> playing baseball. Shay asked, 'Do you think they'll let me play?' Shay's% Y/ P" O9 b% F" b* R* w8 U
> father knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their
0 Z- o" s' ` [7 i3 _$ L V> team, but the father also understood that if his son were allowed to play,
' {0 A' `1 D& q0 D3 _) w0 `> it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be
9 y$ s i1 E7 ^2 j4 M# K> 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
% h, q5 Q- ], g> expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and0 W7 @/ l, u; W* B
> said, 'We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I7 M2 |7 D4 K5 ^: l I
> guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth' ]7 q! J6 l) w* E
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5 O$ t" V" H8 z> Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a# Q) D1 W0 y3 q( B7 j8 n
> team shirt. His Father watched with a small tear in his eye and warmth in: o9 I, d6 K# P- N9 H6 g
> his heart. The boys saw the father's joy at his son being accepted. In the
% C+ A5 ?1 \( r o# T> bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still8 O9 b. | Q$ l
> behind by three. In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and
/ J6 b) i# }- x9 w2 b9 n> played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was/ ^6 s2 B3 n$ V5 Z" a
> obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from
& T' Y/ w3 G d! z> ear to ear as his father waved to him from the stands. In the bottom of the
/ v* k: _8 R- h# Y. `8 }( P> ninth inning, Shay's team scored again. Now, with two outs and the bases! F2 ^6 t+ Z; u% \
> loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be
7 q& {2 H0 F6 ]! g6 n> next at bat.+ i+ P7 R6 U+ O5 k8 M: O
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9 \7 Z* s( x' w5 Q" p* `1 g! @> At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the* ]5 j5 n- J* [) v* s: c, Z$ k
> game? Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat Everyone knew that a hit was all
' h& U4 A$ g- e$ c9 \> but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly,0 {4 M; v1 t% i; {' \
> much less connect with the ball.1 p: |2 [6 R$ j5 v N, D% I
> However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the# D* U( p% L' M6 M* O
> other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved
0 f( H5 `7 C9 e> in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make
: H6 A+ s7 X) e, d' J% ^/ U: V$ J9 k> contact. The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed. The f1 f4 \0 \; H9 X/ n
> pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay.( O G9 [" ?8 M- p& D# I' H
> As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball
% s& S3 S b9 e$ [. ?$ J> right back to the pitcher.: G ~7 ?' D2 i9 l( K
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7 Z: V1 Y( X" |* Y) P1 p( Y> The game would now be over. The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and
- b( {+ [& R: ?- o! O, s/ \> could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been
7 V/ D! Y) B* V$ c& D, j> out and that would have been the end of the game.1 ?+ U$ s5 ?0 }' y
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& w& g! n/ O2 P' \# H6 B> Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head, out9 \/ j6 U! I1 ?* X) f% ]; [/ T& f
> of reach of all team mates. Everyone from the stands and both teams started
! d- t! l/ O- S) {> yelling, 'Shay, run to first! Run to first!' Never in his life had Shay ever9 ~2 A0 B6 m" W2 x. d& b
> run that far, but he made it to first base. He scampered down the baseline,
: F0 d$ s+ I1 O% e9 y8 g2 S3 z> wide-eyed and startled.
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& j% ^* I/ a5 F9 D0 X> Everyone yelled, 'Run to second, run to second!' Catching his breath, Shay( M! J! E' a- F9 M) B* Z" g8 j
> awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the
_2 J! R! Z. Y5 s% x1 w* C> base. By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had
) U1 ^4 x2 O, ^3 ^9 X A> the ball ... The smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to8 W/ m! F- \. e! o, }* c2 f
> be the hero for his team. He could have thrown the ball to the
% @" q3 s, W9 h1 ?( s( ?> second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intention So he,
8 X b& e- ?1 Y/ g( w$ p& Y> too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's8 D" w4 E! T0 c/ N+ ?" |
> head. Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him3 x; k7 g' U0 J7 p' F
> circled the bases toward home.2 b- h% ]' @6 Y" j7 _; l
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7 v- M6 ~. a4 l0 d; c' l/ r: R/ M Q> All were screaming, 'Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay'' A9 v+ V/ Z4 _% t0 Q
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> Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by
" S8 T( Q; O- j2 l1 @' U> turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, 'Run to third!2 |1 Y0 @( n% D1 A( y
> Shay, run to third!'7 _$ \" c' s! g4 C3 u
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5 |7 g% N4 C/ }! O4 D> As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on
0 N' t# @) V0 s> their feet screaming, 'Shay, run home! Run home!' Shay ran to home, stepped
) W) S6 D* u9 \3 S> on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the
8 A$ P4 y4 A, s- e* q9 k" Q> game for his team.! i; d# k* p. v
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> 'That day', said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face,# ^5 B4 w5 e( k
> 'the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity7 f$ t6 v/ K; S, V( S9 o6 V+ x
> into this world'.
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: ?" [2 l* e& D4 V: m7 D> Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never6 C% J9 _- r/ s% E; C3 V. Q
> forgotten being the hero and making his father so happy, and coming home and. z! t; t9 |- C5 h
> seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!
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> AND NOW A LITTLE FOOTNOTE TO THIS STORY: We all send thousands of jokes
" a( S2 j, n- t% U> through the e-mail without a second thought, but when it comes to sending: h2 X3 O3 h0 y& k" p5 g
> messages about life choices, people hesitate. The crude, vulgar, and often
5 k9 Z+ y! K0 G7 s. _> obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion about decency
9 J0 L2 _% J4 m> is too often suppressed in our schools and workplaces.5 s0 K% w* ]9 d! A8 C( a( {
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7 Y! G+ d& o1 q0 a> If you're thinking about forwarding this message, chances are that you're
- `1 \" [4 u9 s& ^6 Z> probably sorting out the people in your address book who aren't the! _/ d! W& k/ [* h; L
> 'appropriate' ones to receive this type of message. Well, the person who# l; O( s& y5 k. U
> sent you this believes that we all can make a difference. We all have
9 ] ~5 S2 ]! l% k$ ~> thousands of opportunities every single day to help realize the 'natural
1 ~& n! e4 t- W6 B: e8 B( [: Q> order of things.' So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people
F' [& o: p f) j> present us with a choice: Do we pass along a little spark of love and% e% e0 U! Q; N* G' l
> humanity or do we pass up those opportunities and leave the world a little
3 j0 a, u5 X; P7 E> bit colder in the process?
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> A wise man once said every society is judged by7 K; B& Y3 S9 F
> how it treats it's least fortunate amongst them.( ]* k3 L; y0 V3 d* @ A, u1 J* G
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> You now have two choices:6 a' { ? B6 ]! l/ v' ]/ d
> 1. Delete
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> May your day, be a Shay Day. |
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