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> What would you do?....you make the choice. Don't look for a punch line,
% B' Y9 Q6 [8 O/ g/ }/ }> there isn't one. Read it anyway. My question is: Would you have made the# u8 O3 U. o; B# X3 R8 v2 f
> same choice?( U7 Q7 A/ Y8 D" O3 k7 X
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6 o, h; C5 c2 @ _' |+ l> At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves learning-disabled children,/ o% U( u5 C8 u* N/ f
> the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be
7 U o# A" x0 T0 o9 s$ \! v; g. D> forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated
( R3 \+ k" d5 l; H$ S9 N6 h> staff, he offered a question:
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$ v# B; C! H, V> 'When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does is6 E. z& K- p; n4 G! \
> done with perfection. Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other
6 k/ j2 F6 u4 Z* d" K. @ g> children do. He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is the
) G' s- }% U W! C) e0 ^> natural order of things in my son?'! M( Q- ~8 r }
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: z1 f; o5 m2 \$ D> The audience was stilled by the query.
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> The father continued. 'I believe that when a child like Shay, physically
( f1 T; r* z# ^6 h1 o9 Q, M. j5 N- H> and mentally handicapped comes into the world, an opportunity to realize
5 J5 @' Z, \6 { m" i; i> true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people
+ Y- k0 q y0 Q3 Y+ w> treat that child.'1 ^: G- }' d+ f0 s
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% F9 L& B& K I# _0 k> Then he told the following story:
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1 N' M# w) U1 u* v: v* a> Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were
) ]! s* Z: T, v J4 R5 [ O& W& k> playing baseball. Shay asked, 'Do you think they'll let me play?' Shay's
4 v- c( a, o% {6 D% a% ~4 P> father knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their; L! `+ I: f5 ]! q1 f% J2 T
> team, but the father also understood that if his son were allowed to play,
' S& i* A% P: Q0 ]! x6 E1 t$ e> it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be
8 L$ j5 t1 `) c/ v4 c> 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
k: W0 ^* V! b/ H; F i+ J> expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and; N& ~2 G6 L* Z, @$ p8 h+ I1 k
> said, 'We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I
. o' a$ g2 w+ O5 g9 f" K6 M> guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth8 L- T+ d7 L! v5 h8 L5 I
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, L& Z! A8 u; L7 a0 s- p> Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a6 |# ~7 H8 O V) a, t. _
> team shirt. His Father watched with a small tear in his eye and warmth in( C H0 _" l% K1 j
> his heart. The boys saw the father's joy at his son being accepted. In the- c d0 V5 R" ^: a" }3 D3 j
> bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still6 ]: B/ G3 S( h7 }0 K& l1 Q
> behind by three. In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and3 B. z6 Q e, R
> played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was5 S2 ]+ \4 k0 I2 L V' v
> obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from+ w9 S1 W) m M) s& y6 |
> ear to ear as his father waved to him from the stands. In the bottom of the
( e# b) N. i, B7 ?& `9 b. U> ninth inning, Shay's team scored again. Now, with two outs and the bases2 W4 x' N' D) h" Z" a2 [
> loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be/ r+ ?1 }' f/ _# p
> next at bat.
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. Z% u2 B( Y6 @5 ^6 `( p> At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the
2 V+ H8 B l. h7 g> game? Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat Everyone knew that a hit was all2 Z) @ h/ E8 o* G0 ^: x; b9 x
> but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly,/ w9 v' @3 K/ y* g4 M
> much less connect with the ball.
& E4 o: \+ Y7 Y* z7 ?> However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the
" D& s. w) C8 H/ K/ Z: g> other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved, w: l! a A* B% M+ U& X4 ^
> in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make
8 y; v% ]# h/ \, D1 q* B> contact. The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed. The
' G1 ?; }8 f3 c2 L$ d> pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay.7 o6 s1 s% M Y2 Z! ?) k$ w1 I
> As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball4 k" n6 x# g9 H" c% S
> right back to the pitcher.- b' w% C4 I* P- W$ g7 F. @: R
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> The game would now be over. The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and
$ m+ y2 i- t4 y8 t! L" w! G n> could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been
5 c+ B# F$ O" ]# R9 v _/ q6 G> 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/ Q8 N* d9 U$ E- b% \& M( g
> of reach of all team mates. Everyone from the stands and both teams started* h) I7 h E! \; Z; f
> yelling, 'Shay, run to first! Run to first!' Never in his life had Shay ever
0 Z3 |" I3 r% B# w0 T> run that far, but he made it to first base. He scampered down the baseline,5 F% K2 ]7 H# h- I/ Q
> wide-eyed and startled.8 o0 d+ N' a" X; A
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% a! p" x8 _' r2 Z A4 f> Everyone yelled, 'Run to second, run to second!' Catching his breath, Shay A( X1 z! X+ H. ?* X) _
> awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the
: r' E7 A. U) A9 [> base. By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had! R. Z% i v( L: }" [
> the ball ... The smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to
8 Z9 { p: V9 T> be the hero for his team. He could have thrown the ball to the
( W1 S: x1 c- D( B2 W2 M> second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intention So he,* p: q' G; W9 Q# j# K! {7 C
> too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's
% @- S1 u% B9 L. \> head. Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him- X. y, Y# g9 J& f$ U3 W+ l
> circled the bases toward home.
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> All were screaming, 'Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay'* T; j/ Z* C' D4 @/ W
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> Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by" w% T/ K) @# m% n$ ?2 `
> turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, 'Run to third!
6 g. b4 x, Y- F1 n1 D> Shay, run to third!'/ _9 _0 q+ P; n6 o) @( a! t
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> As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on
9 V1 n9 D* R7 w) N2 N2 N0 _> their feet screaming, 'Shay, run home! Run home!' Shay ran to home, stepped, y7 N$ R8 H. Q. s' |# t
> on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the& J( S7 ^' e9 T2 {
> game for his team.
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8 ~/ ~, N) ]+ {3 w& P> 'That day', said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face,/ B3 O' I* u0 c$ h: W
> 'the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity% O8 |! c1 I* _( ]' d- D2 R
> into this world'.
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> Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never
/ z2 A+ X3 ^. S& K5 K' G> forgotten being the hero and making his father so happy, and coming home and2 r- w% x! I3 q7 W2 D8 ~
> seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!1 u! T( P5 I) g4 Y; b4 u
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> AND NOW A LITTLE FOOTNOTE TO THIS STORY: We all send thousands of jokes* a: m! E3 H9 a1 C9 @3 | J
> through the e-mail without a second thought, but when it comes to sending: a5 ?$ G0 a7 Z) A
> messages about life choices, people hesitate. The crude, vulgar, and often4 N0 O+ W+ E; X& T: [; F( B
> obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion about decency' R( n5 b, x6 G" u
> is too often suppressed in our schools and workplaces.
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. c* u8 n6 _* U# Q9 M> If you're thinking about forwarding this message, chances are that you're# q* }/ g8 i F3 V
> probably sorting out the people in your address book who aren't the" l. `( T% K" `: t
> 'appropriate' ones to receive this type of message. Well, the person who
Y/ A8 E* P9 g# ]% o* D/ ~> sent you this believes that we all can make a difference. We all have
" T. w+ q# ^+ F& ?# z! P2 @; q> thousands of opportunities every single day to help realize the 'natural, ]# M1 O% y1 z; g$ R
> order of things.' So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people
. a' k$ h4 J0 V4 Z! d) s6 s> present us with a choice: Do we pass along a little spark of love and/ Z |( X8 @# V2 q3 P+ E( i
> humanity or do we pass up those opportunities and leave the world a little
4 o0 s7 K% V+ n$ P. ` |> bit colder in the process?
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& f, u: f6 e1 n" `) x> A wise man once said every society is judged by0 P! W& d! ~8 z+ o
> how it treats it's least fortunate amongst them.
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8 L" N) k5 S4 i y2 T8 L! |> You now have two choices:' {$ k' n& g5 r* e; c! G
> 1. Delete- G1 i7 N0 J) w* L/ I. `, }
> 2. Forward/ ]3 Z3 x3 w) J" q. E N0 Y1 G
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> May your day, be a Shay Day. |
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