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" w8 j8 m& t6 I) ^0 ]9 r6 Q8 G> What would you do?....you make the choice. Don't look for a punch line,4 @7 K, W8 b1 y: m
> there isn't one. Read it anyway. My question is: Would you have made the" ]' ~) ^3 V* d5 L$ C8 T' u8 L
> same choice?9 F( [) c( L, b/ {# s) J# f
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> At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves learning-disabled children,
7 R& R* B, y% b6 D6 F" O> the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be$ k& c+ ?/ q0 L1 T1 V+ ?1 L9 M6 Z5 U
> forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated4 [, G; d' u4 ^; Z4 @
> staff, he offered a question:
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> 'When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does is# k% B; P+ L" B/ Q. ]
> done with perfection. Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other- }( n. s- c4 @: n. `1 ^( l1 i% k
> children do. He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is the
' B' @ N3 I+ H# v* b/ v> natural order of things in my son?'! F1 ~! a* f* X, O
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1 ?/ d _5 U- C/ P& r* R> The audience was stilled by the query.
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" i9 S/ B% u6 h1 y0 n: I X> The father continued. 'I believe that when a child like Shay, physically Z9 z1 L& K( Q% t/ [
> and mentally handicapped comes into the world, an opportunity to realize4 V+ v! m* [, ^$ a- r" }4 J/ T
> true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people
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9 q2 Z/ M9 F+ U* z! j- a> Then he told the following story:0 V: U$ K5 O- X; j6 L5 \+ S: w
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> Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were% u4 x6 c' o) C0 x
> playing baseball. Shay asked, 'Do you think they'll let me play?' Shay's
8 H4 B( a: i6 A& Y+ l, ~> father knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their
3 i" m% Q) j, U& w8 _> team, but the father also understood that if his son were allowed to play,3 l8 W$ Y! k$ w0 I! y$ l
> it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be
: |2 ?' e! x3 l$ [* a2 B> accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.$ F' m) @- t$ i9 S) }- W5 E
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> Shay's father approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not
X% l7 o0 A0 P& M' F: h' u> expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and5 @8 Z+ m @ @- t+ m6 [+ c
> said, 'We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I
5 t# @# q/ ]( _> guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth2 h ^" V9 y: a# X; {
> inning.'
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& `+ L0 k9 r) q> Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a
) V0 b5 _( X" [" @* T> team shirt. His Father watched with a small tear in his eye and warmth in
4 v1 T' Z% R$ K; i> his heart. The boys saw the father's joy at his son being accepted. In the
, A2 a* e( ]" P# y, w> bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still" u2 b! S# ~. I1 z) \% U; `8 w. q
> behind by three. In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and- N+ R6 \: A0 ]0 g. c
> played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was
( N1 s; D& ~6 F" u9 j/ O* ?/ \> obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from+ ?8 j& q# n! e( a8 `
> ear to ear as his father waved to him from the stands. In the bottom of the" l5 |& J) z3 ~1 E x1 d, _
> ninth inning, Shay's team scored again. Now, with two outs and the bases
* m. e7 c) d+ C5 s1 Y9 {6 R> loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be
j9 z# R- J2 l+ j' z> next at bat.
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2 d" e8 {* q8 t" [9 k3 w( F" u& e6 j) ]( e> At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the
$ I; I1 G+ ]' p# L( K# g B6 a! x> game? Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat Everyone knew that a hit was all
/ s. T. }; O' w: `, d+ M5 ~> but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly,
1 _8 ?% x' M7 q; |; m2 q) K! X> much less connect with the ball. E8 v* b& @" _& j# Y% m
> However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the: @2 G4 s) v4 l$ ?9 y
> other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved1 y. a4 h4 v) K& c3 F- V
> in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make4 c9 a/ o7 y" M$ |
> contact. The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed. The* r2 u( [; n s
> pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay.
: K z1 q5 g8 R3 U> As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball- C( h; c7 r5 y8 I3 ?) i' B
> right back to the pitcher.
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' c" E1 X( q \5 r8 A> The game would now be over. The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and* |& h/ ^$ f4 \3 K6 H
> could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been
8 q- r# P( |4 e5 [' g, E9 H$ e$ P> out and that would have been the end of the game.
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" E( B% x; x4 R1 T1 G3 @- ~2 E> Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head, out
( i% V6 h. o9 z+ n7 G. e> of reach of all team mates. Everyone from the stands and both teams started9 s: K5 ?9 \8 F) b/ z; a! m
> yelling, 'Shay, run to first! Run to first!' Never in his life had Shay ever/ x+ ?: V9 i1 w( D8 H
> run that far, but he made it to first base. He scampered down the baseline,
# r- n7 w' h3 m0 `> wide-eyed and startled.
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9 U' z: k3 G- M* L9 ]> Everyone yelled, 'Run to second, run to second!' Catching his breath, Shay. ]( v1 q1 U& Y, H. }% B
> awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the3 [3 f+ n( P* ~6 B [: J
> base. By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had$ C, F- G8 e8 ^' ` R
> the ball ... The smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to
' X6 k* k( Q: R- _. Q> be the hero for his team. He could have thrown the ball to the
5 ]9 p2 [( I2 U# L> second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intention So he,
- o2 g$ I( C/ @6 {* R/ B8 P8 d! x> too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's% w# L" B# w7 u1 \6 I
> head. Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him
7 ]9 j" O m8 K0 S> circled the bases toward home.
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> All were screaming, 'Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay'
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> Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by: c T* p+ c2 f
> turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, 'Run to third!, K6 w3 s5 o# y
> Shay, run to third!'
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> As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on6 g# o* \# ?; Z% l$ J5 M( I- v
> their feet screaming, 'Shay, run home! Run home!' Shay ran to home, stepped
+ z4 E# J6 r3 e> on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the
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> 'That day', said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face,& s9 `; k! O6 M1 q/ i1 Z7 ~
> 'the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity/ l; a+ j3 e' P& p! X
> into this world'.
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> Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never
) @0 S8 K2 d$ }, G+ ~( M$ C> forgotten being the hero and making his father so happy, and coming home and
* _; a. |) a. z+ s+ U> seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!6 C# @5 V9 G. {
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> AND NOW A LITTLE FOOTNOTE TO THIS STORY: We all send thousands of jokes, _6 F7 M0 m& [) K8 X
> through the e-mail without a second thought, but when it comes to sending( \0 u- B" R5 _, f4 m2 ?
> messages about life choices, people hesitate. The crude, vulgar, and often. r' p g: ^) m' ^
> obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion about decency
% ~! u$ c) N3 f: L R7 t> is too often suppressed in our schools and workplaces.
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; O9 z) }3 l) E# ?+ h2 b H& G4 C> If you're thinking about forwarding this message, chances are that you're8 e# Y; o7 u3 i7 D
> probably sorting out the people in your address book who aren't the
: X% [3 Y7 ~2 y# j> 'appropriate' ones to receive this type of message. Well, the person who
' |6 ]1 M' X* x3 ?# w* }2 h0 q> sent you this believes that we all can make a difference. We all have
+ J) w4 E5 b) }1 o! j' ^> thousands of opportunities every single day to help realize the 'natural$ H9 |0 D; t6 N! c2 m# o. t( C
> order of things.' So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people
( b V: Z" N( A1 W& C) }/ ]- E+ O+ E> present us with a choice: Do we pass along a little spark of love and; c9 g: e2 {8 ^
> humanity or do we pass up those opportunities and leave the world a little
V! i. R8 {" j0 ?; a5 I! ?1 Q> bit colder in the process?
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> A wise man once said every society is judged by
! O; X" }6 U t9 x> how it treats it's least fortunate amongst them.
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> You now have two choices:) F$ i) Q! G5 i% W6 u
> 1. Delete+ W& T4 t2 ^: `1 N! O: _: o
> 2. Forward7 x7 o4 f2 N' d# S$ J
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6 v d z W! ^: s' S1 B> May your day, be a Shay Day. |
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