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> What would you do?....you make the choice. Don't look for a punch line,
Q x ]0 u# e8 o3 }# b( I> there isn't one. Read it anyway. My question is: Would you have made the8 ^' h! k. ]/ X0 {# n$ }6 G0 R* A
> same choice?
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) z* W$ }& r9 h> At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves learning-disabled children,9 Q; K2 ^" ]' C3 R3 [1 l2 {- d* A
> the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be
$ ]* w# F$ `! I6 b) o" q/ x+ u> forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated
5 @+ B# H. i* }* I> staff, he offered a question:
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+ a+ t# B9 u( ^# f2 O9 I6 B> 'When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does is
3 t% j+ y5 K# O' u6 \+ ]/ }7 b6 T> done with perfection. Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other$ s0 ~6 M4 [9 V) I$ |
> children do. He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is the
( o! Q+ \4 Q7 u+ \> natural order of things in my son?' L* h7 u- E0 e
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" v' {) L/ o$ V# F2 N) M> The audience was stilled by the query.
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' m% a ^2 e) i4 X> The father continued. 'I believe that when a child like Shay, physically W0 k& _& r8 g( n+ I
> and mentally handicapped comes into the world, an opportunity to realize
, f+ H4 R* n9 V" p> true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people
+ F6 p q0 W N2 }> treat that child.'
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$ M. |/ o. E) _9 B+ @6 \> Then he told the following story:" ]9 g, y( [; g" y& W2 R+ P g
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" O: C( ?. g! F> Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were8 B0 Y! r0 q7 w( { r1 e
> playing baseball. Shay asked, 'Do you think they'll let me play?' Shay's9 p2 q. J3 ~) m& n
> father knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their. g' Q. F: \4 V& n4 k* A: D7 A3 K) O
> team, but the father also understood that if his son were allowed to play,5 f& K" ^ H0 J
> it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be4 w$ I. y. Q/ n: T4 z
> accepted by others in spite of his handicaps." x6 N0 Z9 }0 W" N# f# V
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> Shay's father approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not& u T I) Q h5 S" s4 O0 L
> expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and
. Z0 C5 K* ]" @5 r* q> said, 'We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I, I0 O! k% g3 D6 k$ I/ B
> guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth# b9 q+ ]# y; L& C3 V. T- G
> inning.'+ M4 t( j. j' ^( h; I& a
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9 P6 g( K {& o4 s> Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a
5 e" f, L" Z* s# p7 T4 k> team shirt. His Father watched with a small tear in his eye and warmth in
- v2 K' F' g- C h9 H: M> his heart. The boys saw the father's joy at his son being accepted. In the
0 \1 E8 p1 ]# k1 R> bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still
. P* B/ Y7 R* B( v' }> behind by three. In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and* m8 I% s/ A' t- ]$ Q9 D
> played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was$ m/ p9 F) y: X! u4 p
> obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from: j9 m- w1 l$ D- e
> ear to ear as his father waved to him from the stands. In the bottom of the
% Z2 ?7 o, \' l> ninth inning, Shay's team scored again. Now, with two outs and the bases
( U- ~' H6 K0 A9 }> loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be
, F9 @. `2 y! e9 M- }0 m/ x3 x> next at bat.8 C' I; ~. }8 J1 ^
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( e& o( t( i [- t4 G> At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the
$ c; \3 `6 q8 U8 Q3 j. n) a> game? Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat Everyone knew that a hit was all
. j$ V+ K7 T5 H( V8 f. A> but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly,, V0 c" _ w) I! ]7 _
> much less connect with the ball.( o1 |& q9 m7 d
> However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the+ L# j/ W4 e" m0 x3 R
> other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved
! T* G6 G7 @; d) M# f$ q> in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make( r$ V( d7 Z# t& |
> contact. The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed. The
1 d* P% K2 w: ~> pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay.# {/ h6 V5 y- f- G
> As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball4 _+ N: f* k6 c3 h
> right back to the pitcher./ Q& l( Q, i( `
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' h9 {2 `. A' p# F1 q" [# j2 L> The game would now be over. The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and
8 l! b6 d0 z! Q9 V+ X _. K> could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been! L9 q. A1 m/ L+ S- d% e
> out and that would have been the end of the game.
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l4 K" m- U4 l, W: U4 C+ T% F> Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head, out
' F4 S2 j) F: `+ h3 @& H5 E> of reach of all team mates. Everyone from the stands and both teams started
y" t. q7 d) m0 e; Q0 v> yelling, 'Shay, run to first! Run to first!' Never in his life had Shay ever
* c8 X# V0 ]( R> run that far, but he made it to first base. He scampered down the baseline,
# [9 `7 E6 l o$ l> wide-eyed and startled.+ C) G0 @' \6 J1 m6 ?
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8 W! M3 c9 v; _! H8 T> Everyone yelled, 'Run to second, run to second!' Catching his breath, Shay
: @; g8 b( o; h8 S2 ^> awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the
! a6 k* A+ a" O3 V I4 b6 Y> base. By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had2 E) S, w* c: E
> the ball ... The smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to" y+ H# M" B. [3 n
> be the hero for his team. He could have thrown the ball to the
: }* C" K! w' @. H& d5 t# E> second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intention So he,
- b ^: {: S; K C3 u, R; m7 F) ~> too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's
3 r7 f' W7 i5 A3 i7 O6 l4 x6 B> head. Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him
( B( ]0 C1 S8 R3 P> circled the bases toward home.
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. \5 v3 R8 K) x! C> All were screaming, 'Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay'6 B/ D/ W& p+ m2 S9 `$ e
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> Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by
' P# N" X/ n X0 |& I> turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, 'Run to third!; ~8 C# z( D6 e- h- a
> Shay, run to third!'
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> As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on
0 _# Q' Z. u0 P* J/ \0 S, i> their feet screaming, 'Shay, run home! Run home!' Shay ran to home, stepped6 z/ g& C0 i6 C/ x) \( I/ a
> on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the
5 ~" ^& x$ v6 h+ L( n> game for his team.0 z8 Q# a$ p* W) k( i- r
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. p( R- |) N7 M> 'That day', said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face,/ L$ z5 p( x+ a9 s
> 'the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity( E$ O$ [1 W# I; J/ I, |8 F+ |
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> Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never
8 n: V8 ` N" C> forgotten being the hero and making his father so happy, and coming home and1 }! H3 `9 Y' s8 u
> 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% x* z6 G8 f/ A, L3 `% B: `0 H/ s
> through the e-mail without a second thought, but when it comes to sending# K: \# {/ I9 A8 Y1 l9 d. w' Z
> messages about life choices, people hesitate. The crude, vulgar, and often1 p' Q, _ _) y5 g
> obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion about decency
: a! {9 v. I; Y6 ^/ T> is too often suppressed in our schools and workplaces.1 d. ^- J; G) G+ a/ S
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' [6 X8 g' u: @ @+ ?4 ^1 v/ Q$ v> If you're thinking about forwarding this message, chances are that you're
; v/ N. ^4 t+ x$ K. \, t" O% g8 Z( |& \> probably sorting out the people in your address book who aren't the( I& }. L" a0 {" Y7 b' C7 U0 n
> 'appropriate' ones to receive this type of message. Well, the person who0 `* f9 S3 b1 s: B8 }/ }
> sent you this believes that we all can make a difference. We all have
! S! x& v+ q$ y! X7 u S6 Q> thousands of opportunities every single day to help realize the 'natural
3 A6 E7 V( h) T& ]> order of things.' So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people, J: S: b" W# R- `) j
> present us with a choice: Do we pass along a little spark of love and
) B0 V2 c$ r1 R> humanity or do we pass up those opportunities and leave the world a little4 G* L) _" W3 h D- ~4 v: s* v' P
> bit colder in the process?
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! F$ V( }! r+ Q6 {7 f2 I9 s> A wise man once said every society is judged by
, M% N4 R8 ~; B3 v, p9 o6 d> how it treats it's least fortunate amongst them.7 e9 h2 `8 D9 a% m9 }3 T$ {
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" `) p4 b& V$ b6 @+ ]- P> You now have two choices:
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1 Q8 n" L3 ~$ @0 s> May your day, be a Shay Day. |
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