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. P/ ^1 [. v# J4 b% D> What would you do?....you make the choice. Don't look for a punch line,
" M' ~' ], t {> there isn't one. Read it anyway. My question is: Would you have made the7 ~! u/ l. z5 ?) M
> same choice?
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9 a2 d% Z% W+ P8 ?# }> At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves learning-disabled children,! x) k9 q, p5 X0 _ h
> the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be$ o0 t- v5 w* n' x5 G
> forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated9 _: l, r4 b3 Y7 `2 P {1 z
> staff, he offered a question:3 o3 U+ B; g6 T
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> 'When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does is
. F/ l E1 w5 d* a2 H8 V> done with perfection. Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other! h* k; Y: G; P" R4 ^! U9 k" B
> children do. He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is the
+ x5 f7 S% j1 l: ^) S7 g> natural order of things in my son?'
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3 Q S& p8 i) h- D- ^0 ]2 T> The audience was stilled by the query.3 K& R% \" L( t8 G+ v4 k2 ^0 J
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- m, X+ W7 }/ Q1 r R2 [& c> The father continued. 'I believe that when a child like Shay, physically
9 x6 ^+ s8 w, G2 j> and mentally handicapped comes into the world, an opportunity to realize
' ~6 N/ C1 I6 r6 B0 Q' [> true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people) U! ^2 ^/ g( V1 Y1 o* p* U5 O
> treat that child.'
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> Then he told the following story:; ?! P- q; N8 {% Y% G7 g
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, ~8 p' j$ t' Q7 [# s> Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were- }$ Y- B( b6 Y* t H
> playing baseball. Shay asked, 'Do you think they'll let me play?' Shay's
; L- |& X6 {; k4 X3 U6 @> father knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their
8 n: K4 h! [1 E8 k" @7 z> team, but the father also understood that if his son were allowed to play,
) ]$ K* U& \' d- Z' `5 K7 z> it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be9 S% O) h+ `* L1 Z
> 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
; f1 O$ p, p7 A$ l8 U& P! N) D> expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and
( s/ D. Y) ^ V' o( D> said, 'We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I' S& i2 F+ [# I& T
> 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
' h9 O5 E$ W: z! V6 b5 X6 D* E1 ^- }> team shirt. His Father watched with a small tear in his eye and warmth in
4 ?( U& w( s7 f, S( U9 E, m> his heart. The boys saw the father's joy at his son being accepted. In the
9 x% Z% _( p }> bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still
$ k6 x5 E4 R. S# g! ?> behind by three. In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and
" H) v. S9 K3 e! i, ^> played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was
% s0 f1 j& t' f( R> obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from9 ?6 U1 I' Z% r; A2 t( A
> ear to ear as his father waved to him from the stands. In the bottom of the
, L1 V& {7 b3 c( s: n. _> ninth inning, Shay's team scored again. Now, with two outs and the bases
7 ^! }* A3 o {; o! @+ {> loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be
4 u$ S5 j( w/ M6 F b6 P> next at bat./ J, h( ~# ^/ U y. z; J
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> At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the
3 p3 o6 P8 Q ]% D) w> game? Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat Everyone knew that a hit was all9 z V' k, p4 m% r) j3 w/ j& A
> but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly,
& v2 Z" i5 h2 k( Y& N! T> much less connect with the ball.7 W7 Y: M" l* ~" h
> However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the
; T" n V8 X! g2 O/ N/ N; V2 ^> other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved
) l& [0 c: }# Y; ?' Q7 a, Y> in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make5 N/ L$ k$ ^$ o7 \! U( }
> contact. The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed. The
/ _- \1 B/ U9 V> pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay.* a& {; y, {" k& T3 @& ]( e
> As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball9 p' q/ s/ f$ I i
> right back to the pitcher.5 x8 W0 u' ^0 E+ z
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$ r: h. L' o. }) f8 \> The game would now be over. The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and! h" D+ O! Q* x/ Y9 q4 G, }
> could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been
7 b# Y; {; q8 D# B> 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
6 p" O4 N2 d P. H, K( i0 t+ v; V: r> of reach of all team mates. Everyone from the stands and both teams started
?# Y0 g' _5 `9 R. t> yelling, 'Shay, run to first! Run to first!' Never in his life had Shay ever8 h# x0 ~$ M; [3 y( i* p) r
> run that far, but he made it to first base. He scampered down the baseline,
5 j1 U. U: N H @> wide-eyed and startled./ a" D6 E( F& g0 Q0 O: q
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$ X2 |8 J/ s, U! N6 T9 Q> Everyone yelled, 'Run to second, run to second!' Catching his breath, Shay% a y4 e8 l9 o3 }% ^
> awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the' A! h1 R6 A' K$ A# n% [. V" U- T
> base. By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had2 b0 D H9 M: F- S1 F, K
> the ball ... The smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to
F. N$ o/ V7 l5 {& `' @6 Y> be the hero for his team. He could have thrown the ball to the
! S( j7 h9 {, W1 |* z9 U. b) z8 i; Y> second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intention So he,
' R# q f/ K7 S( u8 U> too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's7 m- p4 t" Y, j4 H$ L
> head. Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him
: M+ K) ~7 }" {8 k$ g8 P# @> circled the bases toward home. h1 p$ q' c0 j) N. i( ~) w. n: P
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+ l' a- m) y2 O% i' ^$ A> 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
: V# o* w% r1 r$ G8 K. l) G+ `) E> turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, 'Run to third!7 y% N7 b) B; U' F6 |
> Shay, run to third!'
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> As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on% E$ c$ Q. b& f' ]
> their feet screaming, 'Shay, run home! Run home!' Shay ran to home, stepped
: {, |( q( ^1 F8 D> on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the
/ @ ^/ l% v. s, |- N5 l> game for his team.
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> 'That day', said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face,
$ Z1 A# P& Z2 @: U; y> 'the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity1 a" c* T8 d0 e/ ^- o
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" T( A9 S: b' m# f+ Y> Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never
8 V) J/ [% w0 q$ g3 j. p4 J6 |> forgotten being the hero and making his father so happy, and coming home and
) I, s' W! y5 ^" p> 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
: x# l* w7 D* `+ b$ v: I, A7 m% s% }> through the e-mail without a second thought, but when it comes to sending
, x7 z6 v& t. B ]% I> messages about life choices, people hesitate. The crude, vulgar, and often
& V1 n0 S/ K/ Z3 H> obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion about decency
. e( Y U; N C> is too often suppressed in our schools and workplaces.
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/ l& \: B: \0 z' N3 y> If you're thinking about forwarding this message, chances are that you're
2 s! d# {" t8 J5 P! M> probably sorting out the people in your address book who aren't the0 N6 [- A! j+ ], r2 Q$ I( d! Y
> 'appropriate' ones to receive this type of message. Well, the person who
+ d" ]0 W2 n1 g$ Q: G* G; a> sent you this believes that we all can make a difference. We all have
7 a% i1 B: a0 ]$ A4 b> thousands of opportunities every single day to help realize the 'natural
5 l& W2 ^# o$ i2 ^> order of things.' So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people5 {2 a3 V! K, F; b* M T- K5 H
> present us with a choice: Do we pass along a little spark of love and/ ^' H5 ^& P `3 o8 t! A l$ W
> humanity or do we pass up those opportunities and leave the world a little
5 e1 \4 k @$ M' @> bit colder in the process?
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) _8 F" x5 m1 Q7 \3 _' ?+ N0 Q> A wise man once said every society is judged by" h [1 u- h! E1 u1 g
> how it treats it's least fortunate amongst them.6 b& K8 A9 T+ T- O, ~
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# F# |- B- i* u; k* B> May your day, be a Shay Day. |
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