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, p- x! ?0 ^, ]% @: P1 [- f$ f$ O> What would you do?....you make the choice. Don't look for a punch line,
; t% j# q; E" _: S9 a5 y" J+ @, E> there isn't one. Read it anyway. My question is: Would you have made the
! w* l9 l/ [# N t3 O) A- n! O+ f0 b- S; U8 G> same choice?( l! t. o4 r8 J% M4 \3 ^; r
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> At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves learning-disabled children,
+ l& ~" }1 q [4 o0 G6 N> the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be. }3 b M2 u$ }* L6 m
> forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated
+ B( [" g% f9 N) J4 b( ?. V> staff, he offered a question:7 \3 _6 H8 |0 j1 W* |
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1 ~# F" w3 ~% o6 |7 ~> 'When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does is
* ?) u. T8 Z/ ~& A H2 ^4 T$ {> done with perfection. Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other
5 W( O) n# \* f6 x> children do. He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is the* k$ n6 U" o) m- G: y
> natural order of things in my son?'
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& K g% g8 |# P$ k$ ~: b, ^9 x! o> The audience was stilled by the query.! ?+ E$ E0 c: X6 O" T% b! y
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/ [7 U/ M- [) P) M> The father continued. 'I believe that when a child like Shay, physically
# O/ ~2 T5 @: @; i) R0 q. n> and mentally handicapped comes into the world, an opportunity to realize" G( l) T* @7 w1 V
> true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people' y+ d9 g& ?7 v [) k
> treat that child.'3 H% }7 H, Q, y7 K6 {# Q
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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
l* {7 W5 h1 j3 j# i5 I# v> playing baseball. Shay asked, 'Do you think they'll let me play?' Shay's# \* n) R" q0 O: @
> father knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their, v; G* w- e" {3 y
> team, but the father also understood that if his son were allowed to play,/ `5 z0 ]7 f f0 T" F/ T( Q
> it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be9 ~1 w0 D4 q/ L' z: W
> 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
( B9 C9 @# o( H# J) g! d1 B> expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and; s. d% ]' p- o: R
> said, 'We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I C$ f3 K) W7 |# x% O
> guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth9 u% G0 \8 C3 ~. Z
> inning.'
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, @$ \! B9 S$ E M. J" ^( a/ `> Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a
* K) ?. e* x' G& ?> team shirt. His Father watched with a small tear in his eye and warmth in
7 i% t0 I- N2 ]4 u3 Y: B4 _> his heart. The boys saw the father's joy at his son being accepted. In the
/ n, L: z$ w" p# {$ ?' Z> bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still
/ p3 g* {/ T9 D$ I! x& S$ O> behind by three. In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and1 v/ k ]. u4 F7 D3 V7 }
> played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was7 X! x. Z& s' }7 L7 H0 R
> obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from# Q' p6 i1 D# Q3 o# {) Y
> ear to ear as his father waved to him from the stands. In the bottom of the0 t2 ] J2 @" E
> ninth inning, Shay's team scored again. Now, with two outs and the bases
( \2 ~7 p7 r! ^> loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be# ~1 s, M" m" p7 F: o" v
> next at bat.
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f1 _! p9 [: r' d9 P! {> At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the, H- J7 w5 }+ O3 N' k
> game? Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat Everyone knew that a hit was all6 Q$ H8 m N1 t) z; S* }
> but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly,
- I8 e& q2 _/ r3 k4 ^% U/ E4 r> much less connect with the ball.
; A+ E* X, C% x$ x$ x> However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the, z4 F: O& W3 S( F
> other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved
7 C4 |8 [. c8 B4 k> in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make+ g8 M& \/ A! j
> contact. The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed. The
1 g6 S/ L, P+ p3 @5 S> pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay.
S$ G$ ^ N4 {8 c> As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball2 @- F5 x$ u4 j! C) e a
> right back to the pitcher.! C6 x: z- K$ ^) t
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> The game would now be over. The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and" O, F/ F1 G$ J0 \
> could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been! `8 m0 q! \, i# P+ w
> out and that would have been the end of the game.% K9 E6 U* X( E% L
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[" t' M( V1 W0 q" }> Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head, out6 x! ^ i: J5 u
> of reach of all team mates. Everyone from the stands and both teams started. i" I8 {3 d S( @3 t
> yelling, 'Shay, run to first! Run to first!' Never in his life had Shay ever
; j& H& c( E: @> run that far, but he made it to first base. He scampered down the baseline,
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; j' z2 g" |* ~8 ^$ }3 G. `8 @/ U/ p> Everyone yelled, 'Run to second, run to second!' Catching his breath, Shay
1 G6 O: J0 g: s; x+ `# b' \- v> awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the
0 q1 Q2 e4 G+ ?; E# r2 Q' q) e1 R> base. By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had
. d1 O/ R$ c' m> the ball ... The smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to7 W7 C$ Z( S* _: Q
> be the hero for his team. He could have thrown the ball to the
o+ o2 |3 G& m/ e9 p> second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intention So he,
( g" k7 P' P+ a9 }6 J; W! I> too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's. ?# [# y. T2 s5 x) N5 `8 u" E
> head. Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him7 r" Z( T" \6 @' ~ r Q3 K
> circled the bases toward home." H) L( p, B' q! [+ E
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% U: Z9 C T( e! Y1 [& O> All were screaming, 'Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay'% E5 _9 o6 ~* l* j% Z, U
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' I7 I m8 @4 r0 E/ ]# G> Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by1 S) @, B4 z4 x- d' e/ t
> turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, 'Run to third!" ?2 _4 x3 `+ `6 l8 {* U1 l
> Shay, run to third!'
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> As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on! ^, I' A0 i$ o, ?$ d
> their feet screaming, 'Shay, run home! Run home!' Shay ran to home, stepped
9 n& a( w9 r ~, h$ G1 w3 \> on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the
, X/ v8 T5 t2 I8 |6 C2 C" j2 w> game for his team.
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> 'That day', said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face,# O+ b" O, Q* C6 ^/ h* d. }
> 'the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity- y1 u) F) U' x$ a5 u: V
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> Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never. A" u& d% W( d9 S! |) x2 ?( x
> forgotten being the hero and making his father so happy, and coming home and5 Q! c" `9 M' ~2 Z a
> seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!. a7 n4 n9 V$ |+ L0 c# {+ ]0 J! k
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> AND NOW A LITTLE FOOTNOTE TO THIS STORY: We all send thousands of jokes
+ r! v: B' J ?2 z: M> through the e-mail without a second thought, but when it comes to sending8 g- R5 k( A' J( g7 _7 G2 S3 h
> messages about life choices, people hesitate. The crude, vulgar, and often5 D7 [( r' |# t' d
> obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion about decency
' N( n. \; S7 [& S. ]3 `! b> is too often suppressed in our schools and workplaces.5 c; b; y9 @) Y7 [) ?
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> If you're thinking about forwarding this message, chances are that you're1 g5 J% h) Z4 u; I1 ^3 Y
> probably sorting out the people in your address book who aren't the4 L/ a/ Q; o: e+ C& I1 A8 ~ v7 e
> 'appropriate' ones to receive this type of message. Well, the person who
- ~+ {3 Z9 p1 P2 o! V6 b> sent you this believes that we all can make a difference. We all have' H* i0 o2 U s$ l8 `& i
> thousands of opportunities every single day to help realize the 'natural9 o/ K5 X& O" ?
> order of things.' So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people
( B3 [- D6 g5 n$ k7 ^% Z/ p> present us with a choice: Do we pass along a little spark of love and
* I" }8 T/ ^9 }$ u9 Q- `> humanity or do we pass up those opportunities and leave the world a little
8 e: w3 J& I7 p7 K& } j* k) ?> bit colder in the process?
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> A wise man once said every society is judged by
2 {" J/ t' u2 R& M' b0 F w# o, Q> how it treats it's least fortunate amongst them.
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) |: r5 ?! w% W5 h8 t' h& M> You now have two choices:$ @3 c$ }* Y8 z6 c
> 1. Delete
. T( \9 V' T" B" D+ s> 2. Forward
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> May your day, be a Shay Day. |
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