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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,. b% Z0 x: ^& V9 w) F. u
> there isn't one. Read it anyway. My question is: Would you have made the
1 X1 N! c1 g; I4 d w> same choice?( U# a# J& X- t( t' n
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> At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves learning-disabled children,
1 V1 S( j I& ]. _0 H. G5 I# E7 k> the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be& @: F, }# ~4 M7 u0 p
> forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated) F2 b& F1 K7 U6 d8 ~9 {4 K/ f
> staff, he offered a question:- f7 W+ `! `. {5 ]; z; ^
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+ g" B* `8 E1 U3 i> 'When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does is
# E& @# q9 E0 Q; C% _> done with perfection. Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other
! F; L6 a6 V4 }* N% O+ ^3 c> children do. He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is the
3 I3 u. l1 V; ]> natural order of things in my son?'
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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
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> true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people1 ~: e+ i6 Y2 \: x ?) y4 n
> treat that child.'% {% p& C7 m) g0 K, Y. @
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> Then he told the following story:. z1 L" x, p/ U! c7 `
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; v0 t* s5 P( z: x7 C( f> Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were
( m2 `, G. @# M8 o' t X> playing baseball. Shay asked, 'Do you think they'll let me play?' Shay's
9 E3 y2 O- d% b# J1 m/ \! [> father knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their
: i4 _3 `) n4 g. j+ P, K> team, but the father also understood that if his son were allowed to play,9 r# _7 y& \; v. o) |
> it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be
- u$ \6 S. Z/ [3 e> accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.6 T& b7 Q D( O1 F
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; r/ u' M" k. _6 n> Shay's father approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not
x+ Z7 o# F/ C4 M* @& d, c R> expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and
& ]# t' O7 U2 h. I* l> said, 'We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I; {0 N; S! Y+ R! j9 u. L
> guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth- c8 t6 b# }& v d/ t+ ?% D) ^
> inning.'
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> Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a; R/ K, v; f# |1 \
> team shirt. His Father watched with a small tear in his eye and warmth in+ G. ]$ I) ~$ ~" m1 X
> his heart. The boys saw the father's joy at his son being accepted. In the
4 r' P+ k- l: t$ O3 L6 Z> bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still* S7 t- y1 ^3 x$ V' e
> behind by three. In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and
! J0 M0 N% n7 h3 w4 A% w( b> played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was+ ~( ~' x$ ~1 i' x+ A
> obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from
, _$ h% `! u8 H7 [> ear to ear as his father waved to him from the stands. In the bottom of the _" t" Y$ X) o8 K" j, _- w& r
> ninth inning, Shay's team scored again. Now, with two outs and the bases$ D x6 I& J4 E, B
> loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be
" c+ s u! d% o> next at bat. i' M7 L. ^9 z: W2 d# f4 L
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> At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the7 x2 v, F( }; I l/ u$ v6 A
> game? Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat Everyone knew that a hit was all
" A2 G) Z: ?1 x! J& Z" s> but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly,
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& h$ }6 Z# i& P5 _- `+ D> However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the$ h3 \$ y- `; Y
> other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved: y2 M/ t2 ^5 S, v3 q! Z4 c) d
> in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make; h' i* D0 A7 P/ v/ I
> contact. The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed. The
: X9 L' \) q! g& b1 u> pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay.
! z1 {6 M% j. \) i$ a6 M9 I> As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball) [' J; Q9 S/ t! s: ~2 S
> right back to the pitcher.. G, Y) p' T, d! X& f
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> The game would now be over. The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and4 K: t6 U& Y3 a2 Y6 k, M6 z
> could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been
4 M! @2 X, R9 z8 H( V: A8 }> out and that would have been the end of the game.% N) X" b% X* j& S R
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) u' {7 ]( [6 r/ O> Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head, out" d$ O* u& H% K* Y+ U5 @; |7 P
> of reach of all team mates. Everyone from the stands and both teams started
S' m! x5 ` H2 p6 u> yelling, 'Shay, run to first! Run to first!' Never in his life had Shay ever. W$ C3 x( l2 Q6 y8 H
> run that far, but he made it to first base. He scampered down the baseline,
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> Everyone yelled, 'Run to second, run to second!' Catching his breath, Shay
4 ^7 \8 i8 J* D5 D6 i/ K> awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the9 n+ L* i" G0 c1 E
> base. By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had
) x \% e0 P, n* ~7 T) L> the ball ... The smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to
9 ?1 p3 Z, ]$ ^> be the hero for his team. He could have thrown the ball to the
+ t f9 c& @. k# ^$ m4 K- c> second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intention So he,8 m# x8 `& j- `" D
> too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's+ |( ?. g) l D+ W6 m. g
> head. Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him
& [" m" m; a( g' n> circled the bases toward home.7 w* A3 G9 E0 ]# V
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> All were screaming, 'Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay'3 ^; p( J& Q; }. Q U0 N9 v
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> Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by
; y. E; a, X+ {5 D) {: F8 Z> turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, 'Run to third!
' F8 h4 H" @! q7 f3 h5 P' c> Shay, run to third!'1 P* J8 J9 k! o4 m2 q8 v
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> As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on
: d7 k; n; Y9 \& a. e3 X* F> their feet screaming, 'Shay, run home! Run home!' Shay ran to home, stepped0 |" J$ x6 s t k) r
> on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the
& u2 V5 h( }$ m" ]/ D> game for his team.8 _/ Y9 D0 W5 D# }9 S% A
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> 'That day', said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face,
' F9 f2 j$ ^3 Q# ~> 'the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity# p8 `. ?" [ d2 E
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> Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never
' ~! S. _) P* h5 w' L9 k0 m> forgotten being the hero and making his father so happy, and coming home and
4 D! {8 ]5 J9 L) _+ U$ z> 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. \ P8 T$ d% E( ~4 F
> through the e-mail without a second thought, but when it comes to sending0 Z& g2 D/ `7 A' |7 x. N, n( k
> messages about life choices, people hesitate. The crude, vulgar, and often
5 f/ d9 j! a9 b; I> obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion about decency& h$ x7 y a! M# w( z, R Y
> is too often suppressed in our schools and workplaces.- L+ o5 l* P$ P6 P9 q B0 K; A
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> If you're thinking about forwarding this message, chances are that you're
0 ~8 ~ s. P' J9 `( M( Q> probably sorting out the people in your address book who aren't the8 k$ ~7 |. p( R& W
> 'appropriate' ones to receive this type of message. Well, the person who
* T; c. u' h' P- R. u> sent you this believes that we all can make a difference. We all have
% w/ i# v) ]$ _' n+ G> thousands of opportunities every single day to help realize the 'natural- ~5 C/ _ Y- ~8 T1 x) y4 o
> order of things.' So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people( G0 k+ v3 j# }* S
> present us with a choice: Do we pass along a little spark of love and
; t3 G# ?0 V' E; o> humanity or do we pass up those opportunities and leave the world a little
, o8 w/ H( k& Z+ M> bit colder in the process?
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3 B# F( N1 u1 {6 G6 W, K> A wise man once said every society is judged by
( c! r- U8 F) z& F- |- G/ h3 m> how it treats it's least fortunate amongst them.
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> You now have two choices:9 a# d. E2 w5 K( |
> 1. Delete6 t8 Y- g# m1 a" E* {
> 2. Forward
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3 k9 d, A1 v9 ~- M: K> May your day, be a Shay Day. |
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