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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,9 m5 Z% f: U/ ?, r8 V M
> there isn't one. Read it anyway. My question is: Would you have made the1 G5 U. [! E0 I- z
> same choice?4 U- e- F) a0 t \, R: e
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2 f8 K" M/ P0 o* ?6 _> At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves learning-disabled children,/ y' d$ V$ P- Q( t2 R
> the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be. K9 m% F5 c' M' g; E* Y
> forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated
0 j: |( k; L, j6 P, s# ?5 ^> staff, he offered a question:- i6 i1 O1 ~8 D$ d! O4 `: `- a
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> 'When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does is j s6 f1 s# M2 {3 Y
> done with perfection. Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other K; Q. b9 D/ i+ e
> children do. He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is the
' l% ` Z+ ?/ C1 y> natural order of things in my son?'& N ^% |! n' @$ z9 {5 O3 l
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> The audience was stilled by the query.
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> The father continued. 'I believe that when a child like Shay, physically
# t, s; h' C% \2 d. V9 l( f3 F> and mentally handicapped comes into the world, an opportunity to realize
1 \" U& m' r2 T5 b9 ^2 c> true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people9 f, W* I8 [ Y$ u. \
> treat that child.'; j6 H5 @5 W R, M
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, ?- X) f9 s( \2 m5 H> Then he told the following story:
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1 _& K" q& k* g> Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were
/ N8 p$ J2 X f/ F; |* x> playing baseball. Shay asked, 'Do you think they'll let me play?' Shay's, `3 f ~& e$ X/ x& [5 I
> father knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their
9 P" P$ I# | I9 D" I# q> team, but the father also understood that if his son were allowed to play,
' }2 f8 u/ P6 ^: Z" B1 ]> it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be" g8 L2 ` \" N, ]
> accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.3 G! D" l5 r9 |
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> Shay's father approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not
2 ^; ]; ~: N( a! N> expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and, a4 K. {5 X! Y, P9 X/ u' `" l6 u
> said, 'We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I3 m) W: g, i9 l) y& u
> guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth
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> Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a$ B. V" W* \) k* R0 C; H% a1 H6 x
> team shirt. His Father watched with a small tear in his eye and warmth in
% ]$ P5 N! p# i2 q% k, q> his heart. The boys saw the father's joy at his son being accepted. In the
@/ `+ ] W7 P/ r4 L- f- K. t3 n7 v> bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still
& V( h: B; J) f J6 w* @% D5 c> behind by three. In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and
- V) r5 {2 U' f, M> played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was
! J* L; Y9 F3 G8 R0 N {% }5 N> obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from+ u8 P0 {% T& I3 q. a. V9 t! Y# ^& _
> ear to ear as his father waved to him from the stands. In the bottom of the
. L" ]( i2 p" M/ Z5 Q7 l> ninth inning, Shay's team scored again. Now, with two outs and the bases
- \( ` i$ q+ @, F& Z9 c; y> loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be% S" l! K! @7 @2 a8 n. c( V
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> At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the
- n( R1 k( p3 U& c% A% ^% U6 g> game? Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat Everyone knew that a hit was all
/ ~' ?8 H# g& g> but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly,/ Q' c' T( @4 `# L( y
> much less connect with the ball.7 O" Q4 N' @6 f. u1 t9 u6 F( |
> However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the
: s. |$ |* \) k' L$ y) M3 c> other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved
( T& m0 H7 C. U. {% h9 I> in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make: h2 b, B- L0 F0 W X2 N! N
> contact. The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed. The" u. _: j0 i( k. l
> pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay.+ ]; z6 H4 R3 u
> As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball* X2 m! p$ |& _
> right back to the pitcher.
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> The game would now be over. The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and5 H0 q/ `2 f% I
> could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been
8 @+ N. I6 _0 H7 w6 { H2 w> out and that would have been the end of the game.
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8 U2 _0 i- I# M/ o# y2 R> Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head, out
' V7 \0 p( \* `2 t7 e! E: M> of reach of all team mates. Everyone from the stands and both teams started, f1 S) M7 A; W5 f$ S% |7 B
> yelling, 'Shay, run to first! Run to first!' Never in his life had Shay ever
% `0 K% f1 ^& z% e- q2 }& j2 I> run that far, but he made it to first base. He scampered down the baseline,
- ]5 N" K: p/ ]4 {> wide-eyed and startled.
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> Everyone yelled, 'Run to second, run to second!' Catching his breath, Shay
$ k& X0 Y) g" p& B1 G> awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the$ z4 }) \2 y3 x! x
> base. By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had) m& a+ b8 K i/ i( K! A
> the ball ... The smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to! Z& D1 i( |$ d& K
> be the hero for his team. He could have thrown the ball to the
\0 S& O# d6 P3 D3 |8 |# E5 c> second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intention So he,2 M- N4 r, B5 v2 O+ M( A
> too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's3 S, h: O, }: w- ?7 P
> head. Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him
9 T2 ?; k/ z1 _$ l> circled the bases toward home.
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> All were screaming, 'Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay'7 x8 H. n3 [+ s
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2 M# b7 ^/ w8 h6 e( B( f> Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by
6 |3 O s+ r$ @# a> turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, 'Run to third!2 P2 ]0 A- S9 @% C" G) A
> Shay, run to third!'
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: c, c; w. y/ @! }) X> As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on7 Z( c( l# {3 ^
> their feet screaming, 'Shay, run home! Run home!' Shay ran to home, stepped
$ o! H+ G4 l+ s- o0 _( F> on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the( h/ F, _8 w/ x3 y' F8 S! z
> game for his team.
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6 f. j/ {6 L, S! a> 'That day', said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face,( z: J" @2 _+ }# l/ L4 W1 w
> 'the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity4 b4 A3 p' W' a( S$ R+ V
> into this world'.
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> Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never
9 u( ]. \/ [& a7 ]> forgotten being the hero and making his father so happy, and coming home and/ }" p/ Z# k! Y$ N- h+ a/ K! j
> seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!0 m% \/ ^6 W; H. K
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> AND NOW A LITTLE FOOTNOTE TO THIS STORY: We all send thousands of jokes' t/ _/ \- h5 b' M5 N8 v
> through the e-mail without a second thought, but when it comes to sending
; p7 P- ^6 }7 X+ C7 ~# z! R> messages about life choices, people hesitate. The crude, vulgar, and often! l7 z$ S: w; e# [9 D
> obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion about decency
; T$ _/ D4 \# u, V; c Q* d> is too often suppressed in our schools and workplaces.
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> If you're thinking about forwarding this message, chances are that you're$ ]# \. O0 z% q# W2 D
> probably sorting out the people in your address book who aren't the& \4 W: M% v6 J: V5 r
> 'appropriate' ones to receive this type of message. Well, the person who
8 P) K; z! \! _1 S- S1 I> sent you this believes that we all can make a difference. We all have9 u2 M8 T, r/ g2 \3 u7 H7 u
> thousands of opportunities every single day to help realize the 'natural$ e0 o+ h! D$ n$ |. K& |# O y, R
> order of things.' So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people r. Z8 b+ u* c0 r/ z: @2 |: b
> present us with a choice: Do we pass along a little spark of love and
& o4 Y( j/ ^" \0 A1 k( x3 S! O. e> humanity or do we pass up those opportunities and leave the world a little1 E* w i6 @4 d" g' f; s
> bit colder in the process?
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> A wise man once said every society is judged by5 `; i* ?* Y( l) p5 F2 Y
> how it treats it's least fortunate amongst them.
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m3 F) Q4 Y; v> You now have two choices:9 x# X& Z$ m$ l$ t& h
> 1. Delete }: D4 I, f/ N
> 2. Forward
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9 F0 E" q+ H( c2 E& N0 E+ O- E$ }> May your day, be a Shay Day. |
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