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> What would you do?....you make the choice. Don't look for a punch line,+ U5 _: F" X- q
> there isn't one. Read it anyway. My question is: Would you have made the! _! a* }- o# ~/ U a6 A* ]
> same choice?9 y+ F1 S3 Y- d) v2 D4 _# ^3 y+ U
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& \/ m% ~2 Z0 V' E) \> At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves learning-disabled children,& ^! |( [; j7 p5 v5 j( h( O1 {
> the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be
: c" d: ^/ }4 K' w% `$ H> forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated
3 w7 i6 o: F; M> staff, he offered a question:
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> 'When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does is. q Y _% N) k( x& x. S8 w) C
> done with perfection. Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other( R2 R0 z2 H4 j) G. x
> children do. He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is the
$ H% ]* x; r7 \8 `> natural order of things in my son?'
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> The audience was stilled by the query.
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9 l; x9 |5 P) q) b' D: o> The father continued. 'I believe that when a child like Shay, physically' i' k0 A. {* y& D
> and mentally handicapped comes into the world, an opportunity to realize
: L' L$ _+ L2 G6 u! W> true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people
/ ]. G- L9 c( M) \5 l* c8 Z2 q0 w> treat that child.'
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: i7 Q3 p* t" r8 ^ n> Then he told the following story:) W4 Y5 \' e( n& W
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> Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were
1 `# J4 E& j! _8 ]> playing baseball. Shay asked, 'Do you think they'll let me play?' Shay's+ G! Z5 k6 m/ t% b! G# ~8 Q' L
> father knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their% Q o: ?/ R4 I0 `, p
> team, but the father also understood that if his son were allowed to play,! i, Q5 b, Y3 s; C" z
> it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be& L( m. E/ _, w* z' ]; X0 `
> accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.
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7 F5 e7 m: x9 m t- b9 e0 ]> Shay's father approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not
! D4 B7 H) E/ o2 S* G9 y> expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and
6 ?$ o& b) n) t3 k8 D> said, 'We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I
! n# Q* X) b3 Z5 Y Y2 J> guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth5 p, Y2 T. s' A6 ^7 |, A* i
> inning.'
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& ^! d8 o! V+ R2 h5 ^> Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a7 U b5 {# l/ h( b
> team shirt. His Father watched with a small tear in his eye and warmth in
2 l# m, b9 {' X0 V9 Y( d. \5 M> his heart. The boys saw the father's joy at his son being accepted. In the# d* ^$ B9 f$ t u# m& |. N
> bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still/ W3 n/ i8 w3 q" I; P- l
> behind by three. In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and
8 n" W; D1 ?9 L( Q3 e# q> played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was
4 }; Z; d" A9 K. O> obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from
: K6 z" ^$ R b# Y6 r( Q> ear to ear as his father waved to him from the stands. In the bottom of the
0 Y/ r1 O0 H& \9 I> ninth inning, Shay's team scored again. Now, with two outs and the bases" d; S& k- O/ i+ a0 E, g/ f- q
> loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be
0 K+ C& {( n2 U* d$ X* l7 i/ b> next at bat.
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8 w- Z0 v- H5 H> At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the
- O j4 W$ L0 D5 P2 [! S! w+ `+ Z6 E> game? Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat Everyone knew that a hit was all
, v/ F( g# A {9 v, h, Q' S> but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly,8 K- S3 `7 w9 V9 s# H; |* e( M& }
> much less connect with the ball.# ~* `6 s3 f$ k/ P
> However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the8 d M6 E* E8 f3 r4 g9 |
> other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved: M( W4 _* |! O/ C- Q: o3 Z8 V
> in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make
5 n, B/ I- t7 h2 }> contact. The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed. The" B1 y" l8 K. K
> pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay.
' `( p0 J2 E6 C% q2 C2 [6 M> As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball' k5 s5 Q& Q) G/ C
> right back to the pitcher.. `. C! R' Q& W
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6 M9 m/ m- ]) Y; I& O4 o! Y> The game would now be over. The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and
8 I) ] f- T% x; b> could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been8 |- W: d: A0 W
> out and that would have been the end of the game.3 p6 o/ F5 R$ F; ^* q% A
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& U9 c7 E' Z& G% Q1 o> Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head, out5 M4 F, L- x$ Z/ d) [
> of reach of all team mates. Everyone from the stands and both teams started5 @; I: g! ~, S0 y: `
> yelling, 'Shay, run to first! Run to first!' Never in his life had Shay ever
2 O+ \- h- t) d& }# |8 O> run that far, but he made it to first base. He scampered down the baseline,$ h r" g8 U) T, M# U6 n
> wide-eyed and startled.
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7 R/ `* Y& S: O) }> Everyone yelled, 'Run to second, run to second!' Catching his breath, Shay6 U6 Q; {5 A+ }$ [' n8 R
> awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the
1 t# Z) g- s9 w3 m/ i6 U! x1 e> base. By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had8 y8 R( O" E3 c8 {/ `
> the ball ... The smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to
% f. h) H* |$ R> be the hero for his team. He could have thrown the ball to the3 B. l1 U5 P& s- p5 J! j* l
> second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intention So he,$ ]# R- p$ i# }+ w3 _
> too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's n$ ~# U8 Y4 {! x9 i7 P
> head. Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him6 y9 Z* h. L- n9 M2 ~4 @
> circled the bases toward home.
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> All were screaming, 'Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay'
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1 a) h% v& g7 A# e4 i/ s> Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by
( |0 ~; X6 [ b- d5 j> turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, 'Run to third!- J6 \/ J" D& B Z5 P
> Shay, run to third!'
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3 V7 F7 ^1 A7 x) A4 z2 i. K5 W- R, u> As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on
; i# n+ N1 p& A6 L& |( E( G" }) \> their feet screaming, 'Shay, run home! Run home!' Shay ran to home, stepped5 O3 u" \6 R; C
> on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the
: ^1 z ]$ H: M7 `: R> game for his team.1 X) L6 b/ m3 ~% h- _' `+ W7 N1 m
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> 'That day', said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face,
* G( q$ K# Z9 }# R( @3 ~% k> 'the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity9 w+ G4 u( r: Z# q3 \1 e9 I
> into this world'.
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> Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never8 M$ M9 H! k+ |! n$ Y( Z
> forgotten being the hero and making his father so happy, and coming home and1 ^0 G7 U K7 k7 {
> seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!
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7 p# W" L' i7 P- v& v2 t" P: [; P2 n> AND NOW A LITTLE FOOTNOTE TO THIS STORY: We all send thousands of jokes0 @* q& I o& z; k$ A. C
> through the e-mail without a second thought, but when it comes to sending
# y9 }9 W2 y6 v' G h> messages about life choices, people hesitate. The crude, vulgar, and often4 x" ?6 b; J. ?2 ]
> obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion about decency, K6 F2 b; S w$ q
> is too often suppressed in our schools and workplaces. y) D7 V/ G0 H3 t# C
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2 O% J% }/ |. m7 I: I% _8 p> If you're thinking about forwarding this message, chances are that you're
2 q. W! v9 E9 u& v( n> probably sorting out the people in your address book who aren't the
1 Y B) C' n* X! O6 O5 Q! s> 'appropriate' ones to receive this type of message. Well, the person who* r \2 D2 e6 Z& i# e
> sent you this believes that we all can make a difference. We all have- N$ A& v8 x, I+ T& i$ F l6 ^
> thousands of opportunities every single day to help realize the 'natural V1 { ?8 I4 l0 |5 q
> order of things.' So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people) ]% k5 f6 y% y, T( D2 L
> present us with a choice: Do we pass along a little spark of love and; k- k( \& y' t
> humanity or do we pass up those opportunities and leave the world a little- o# u/ c# B# b, ~( y8 e' Z
> bit colder in the process?
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> A wise man once said every society is judged by9 Y! s% \+ F1 v9 }
> how it treats it's least fortunate amongst them.
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> You now have two choices:
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. J, w% A# _4 g* f! Y: A( ?! l> 2. Forward* ]( ~/ r7 n- F# a' D" c
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0 X" w- S% }( b7 ]> May your day, be a Shay Day. |
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