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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,
3 e" z+ T4 z! R> there isn't one. Read it anyway. My question is: Would you have made the
. M1 ^% O! ~& P4 a; O> same choice?) T& r/ q6 B0 B \2 V* K
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/ Y3 U( V; w! F9 t" O3 K> At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves learning-disabled children, D' t( h4 h6 u: ?4 e' ?
> the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be
" S" ]7 `6 \6 R$ S> forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated0 H( p8 g# V. J. Y9 o
> staff, he offered a question:
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> 'When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does is% t( g0 I$ }4 \* _# C9 w4 b
> done with perfection. Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other
1 C+ T- L4 P6 Z5 e* g> children do. He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is the
1 W) v9 J8 w R> natural order of things in my son?'
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> The audience was stilled by the query., C* `. u0 ^2 x2 P- _) `
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> The father continued. 'I believe that when a child like Shay, physically
( i- h1 R9 X& M3 X4 V9 L> and mentally handicapped comes into the world, an opportunity to realize
. M7 @; q. Q) w& a& }$ i6 `> true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people3 s2 v. }( H5 p* z$ a
> treat that child.') E, _' W5 k0 f: ]3 l; s
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> Then he told the following story:
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> Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were' ?/ A3 I: T B
> playing baseball. Shay asked, 'Do you think they'll let me play?' Shay's
& b9 ?! S2 i1 g0 N> father knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their$ Y8 ]# \( Y8 |0 n8 T5 h! E: [
> team, but the father also understood that if his son were allowed to play,
7 q+ h, k2 }! v6 E& l: c% ?% t9 z @> it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be3 a/ P9 C: x; v5 c2 d
> accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.
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: O8 k8 m# ?# K* {2 x# E2 x& O, r- ?! P> Shay's father approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not/ |" ^* A2 q$ R. X+ j
> expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and
' v/ q! l- h" j. u, t> said, 'We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I# j! x9 r1 N# Y4 g0 a2 V
> guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth q; d( O, J4 H o3 n$ C! I# X+ j
> inning.'
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> Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a& I; [+ U- @2 W# V1 q( R ~
> team shirt. His Father watched with a small tear in his eye and warmth in3 a# m- _! D% q+ C- z) v
> his heart. The boys saw the father's joy at his son being accepted. In the8 s! O8 m5 l4 z1 `( }% D. G
> bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still
' M" A8 s/ d# X8 ?> behind by three. In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and
5 p% Z3 d. t; h8 C$ A s> played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was
- N0 l" p. T: ]> obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from( I1 B) w" c* A- N9 V* \+ s
> ear to ear as his father waved to him from the stands. In the bottom of the
2 ]8 B! [; H6 _# J> ninth inning, Shay's team scored again. Now, with two outs and the bases
4 Z5 f* p4 [! L# G$ n> loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be2 W) l2 f* \, t! {/ K2 \
> next at bat.. B. {+ g8 [& c7 x/ F
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' ^* n1 |( N0 `. y* Z9 z' j8 _> At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the
4 f; Y$ k5 X- u' T6 O# T> game? Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat Everyone knew that a hit was all8 Q% b# J* G+ f
> but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly,
$ t2 g1 N/ H' D* x: u4 l: v7 u* W> much less connect with the ball.
3 @4 j' S0 H8 o> However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the# g) s E3 A5 n7 H* M
> other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved6 Z3 T6 E% k5 \2 t+ w) a
> in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make& L2 t$ A* v9 G1 M0 J( E: |, H+ N
> contact. The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed. The
1 \0 v! ?' [ j> pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay.
, k& ?$ i9 p$ o; z> As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball
. J( ~+ I( `: F u' K> right back to the pitcher.
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9 h& q+ K/ n2 g8 y& }/ {> The game would now be over. The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and
. Q- a; N! o# P" j5 z> could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been. y3 L+ \9 B$ 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
: [% \# @- q$ B* W7 i. j4 D> of reach of all team mates. Everyone from the stands and both teams started
$ c7 u* W8 o; ~3 q0 G: |4 q> yelling, 'Shay, run to first! Run to first!' Never in his life had Shay ever" K! \' {' W% a: @
> run that far, but he made it to first base. He scampered down the baseline,: C" `. D2 i# C
> wide-eyed and startled.) D/ F, i/ Q& x, I
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6 k6 P8 J) T* c0 {> Everyone yelled, 'Run to second, run to second!' Catching his breath, Shay, x4 H! W4 X& q( T2 u8 H% e
> awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the8 ?4 ~7 T, h6 F+ L+ _5 E0 d
> base. By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had
9 N$ P: ?1 I) Z# b1 h> the ball ... The smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to8 J: W, P0 G& ~, g- A
> be the hero for his team. He could have thrown the ball to the
, x5 `* V9 K9 n+ ]> second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intention So he,6 t2 ]8 K$ [6 }' u- ~+ d' q
> too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's
- u, a, w/ Y0 t6 D> head. Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him
+ W3 ~& Q4 _; p! a, f* Q* ?0 ?) P, |/ D4 y> circled the bases toward home.) Q+ P% i3 M7 X' u1 [
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7 B7 `! P' h3 M> 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
- P1 J# X; {! q0 M9 C- x( a+ Q3 y) D> turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, 'Run to third!4 Q/ w: s* b0 G$ {( p) I* v" T) H
> Shay, run to third!'
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1 ^) F2 ]* A/ L* Y Z* \> As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on. x4 n4 G% D) ^ P$ o7 K
> their feet screaming, 'Shay, run home! Run home!' Shay ran to home, stepped
# ?" P+ T9 K* H1 k) [ l, a8 O) |> on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the3 o3 Q3 t4 J' r: W
> game for his team.
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> 'That day', said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face,
, b/ p5 x" u3 X3 H0 p/ f' S> 'the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity
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> Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never4 l" v1 ]; H7 O; @; J2 T T3 T
> forgotten being the hero and making his father so happy, and coming home and# `! \) M4 C8 }9 K7 H/ e
> seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!6 K O9 i) v' ~4 ]# a- J
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> AND NOW A LITTLE FOOTNOTE TO THIS STORY: We all send thousands of jokes
! {- B/ [+ v4 B: H> through the e-mail without a second thought, but when it comes to sending
. p0 E3 R# W6 @% q$ _> messages about life choices, people hesitate. The crude, vulgar, and often9 E; L+ r X! a2 ?; E" M
> obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion about decency7 s- [ U8 p2 k- g1 g5 Y
> is too often suppressed in our schools and workplaces.! d' C4 S( I5 ~4 r2 R' ?% m
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5 q: l# x% q$ J- V Y5 ?1 C> If you're thinking about forwarding this message, chances are that you're
! B7 z9 Z- O: k- i9 I6 d> probably sorting out the people in your address book who aren't the
& ]7 G/ B& ^( M" w$ e> 'appropriate' ones to receive this type of message. Well, the person who
$ y) h0 s' [! N* G> sent you this believes that we all can make a difference. We all have1 x: p7 N# \7 u% G
> thousands of opportunities every single day to help realize the 'natural
: K# _9 V! ^. G- W0 N, ~" f> order of things.' So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people
' b) u* J5 d0 B; a> present us with a choice: Do we pass along a little spark of love and
6 f$ q# N# r! g" r% U8 M# g> humanity or do we pass up those opportunities and leave the world a little
- G4 s, W, Q3 A. h: B> bit colder in the process?/ C- k) ]* G9 j! B/ O* s6 l3 m7 L
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3 n& {! ?" O0 M1 z9 k> A wise man once said every society is judged by0 }/ Z" c5 K$ K* |% [
> how it treats it's least fortunate amongst them.
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> You now have two choices:
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> May your day, be a Shay Day. |
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