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6 T: M: F9 m3 t' \9 U+ R> What would you do?....you make the choice. Don't look for a punch line,
# A7 u$ c }9 r9 ^+ {. r> there isn't one. Read it anyway. My question is: Would you have made the
N+ k% _$ Z! u- N9 T- O> same choice?
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> At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves learning-disabled children,
. @- P2 ~4 K; e' s( H> the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be
; A" m# l: t' w' @! d( C> forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated
: \3 e& x: l7 H. g# g8 ?1 n> staff, he offered a question:
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> 'When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does is
/ s" R9 y: X+ v& D0 }, Y3 g> done with perfection. Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other
5 h9 v; K2 J6 c> children do. He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is the
+ \% M3 s1 u$ | I0 P6 g> natural order of things in my son?'
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" Z2 n+ A$ `7 I$ T> The audience was stilled by the query.! q$ ~8 z4 K5 _4 R! V5 Y u# z
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6 U4 h) Y' k7 @> The father continued. 'I believe that when a child like Shay, physically
0 [& F7 f# i, O( f3 l5 |> and mentally handicapped comes into the world, an opportunity to realize
& U1 ^* k3 s0 i8 _> true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people
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8 s& }( z" _1 [, s+ h/ l0 M> Then he told the following story:, J3 Q j3 x/ M+ z
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2 C9 k( J; h, J; i/ R3 D+ ~1 N5 p) `> Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were( w8 H9 H! {3 `1 I1 v# K
> playing baseball. Shay asked, 'Do you think they'll let me play?' Shay's4 s4 w j7 \# z7 Y" ^0 C* }( [
> father knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their
9 H5 D# r1 N5 W> team, but the father also understood that if his son were allowed to play,4 H3 B+ [% r3 {
> it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be
7 ], Z5 q' U9 d- [ I> 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
1 M: c6 n0 h) x6 q. X1 t7 j> expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and8 O: a' j U) p5 L
> said, 'We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I
( I4 @! y$ h8 L0 o+ y4 c; L> guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth( w# R& p7 @3 w* N" W% C! `8 g( H$ C9 y
> inning.'
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: |; Q% C$ L% X4 h/ o8 S7 Y> Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a/ F9 G8 u+ v2 P O( O; t
> team shirt. His Father watched with a small tear in his eye and warmth in
" o" M+ n7 G2 T* M. K- @> his heart. The boys saw the father's joy at his son being accepted. In the p6 o+ V4 v" |& }
> bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still- t' Z+ k2 B Y4 r- r& F
> behind by three. In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and
# Q& k4 b. _- ~5 C> played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was; F% ^ N# {* H
> obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from3 a) D m( b2 U0 p( @2 M0 b
> ear to ear as his father waved to him from the stands. In the bottom of the
7 j ]: J% V3 C7 J" G6 \2 ? R8 m> ninth inning, Shay's team scored again. Now, with two outs and the bases
4 N3 W% b2 x. g> loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be. S# t* t* ]: q$ S# o' j
> next at bat.5 N& [8 \ T( m8 K; n" ?7 {
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> At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the
1 K ] X- I$ K) D( q7 p# ^> game? Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat Everyone knew that a hit was all
9 c7 _* P/ [* H- v3 e# w1 u; a> but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly,2 z5 E, d! J$ B, s" u/ Y
> much less connect with the ball.
& p0 n( `; K$ I$ V% l> However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the$ O/ M+ c6 m1 \2 f( t2 b) A. i
> other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved
; l0 p, y' y8 e, U. S; d> in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make
* Z L: J( ^2 D2 o* X9 z: {> contact. The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed. The3 b& j; ]/ z, q R
> pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay.+ m: b& Q% E; I+ i; {, s
> As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball9 \1 h7 P5 o8 `- s+ S5 a! \ t/ P
> right back to the pitcher.
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b4 { Z) ?& c6 |1 V( O/ [5 k* r> The game would now be over. The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and' |' B% Y! }( |/ ~
> could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been- q- l9 n$ ~- H2 d' O% F
> out and that would have been the end of the game.
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2 V. Y H- w8 M: \> Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head, out% R- b |/ \. b7 J1 t( M
> of reach of all team mates. Everyone from the stands and both teams started
( ^7 n& L4 J2 V Y> yelling, 'Shay, run to first! Run to first!' Never in his life had Shay ever
( c4 m# b- s+ h$ ]# v/ G> run that far, but he made it to first base. He scampered down the baseline,
6 v, ]9 P0 Y2 J- N( }3 D> wide-eyed and startled.
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( B' @- D( O! e> Everyone yelled, 'Run to second, run to second!' Catching his breath, Shay
, T2 I3 p% Y; Z> awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the7 s0 f. w5 n- X) I- `$ w
> base. By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had
, B% r% q$ T0 h& L) p# J9 A> the ball ... The smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to8 x: W$ |# h0 [; i/ ~4 U
> be the hero for his team. He could have thrown the ball to the
3 s3 [% I4 z# t; L0 n5 T> second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intention So he,+ W5 R4 j9 e. ]; `6 k
> too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's
0 h9 t0 }' [* ~- @' d> head. Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him
! D0 n" q( i& Y2 F5 p> circled the bases toward home.
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> 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 by3 |6 H) a& N N! Z6 V; _
> turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, 'Run to third!# Y9 ]' r; V; y3 I9 _
> Shay, run to third!'
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- ^3 q' _- N, h! R> As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on
: `6 ?: e' J9 U" q7 d> their feet screaming, 'Shay, run home! Run home!' Shay ran to home, stepped
; Y& v, C* f) R6 E6 `> on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the
) c8 [# j! X; G: Z( Q7 o> game for his team.
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> 'That day', said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face,
' ]1 w: a3 q& H$ g> '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 never, C- g- u2 q( g2 T
> forgotten being the hero and making his father so happy, and coming home and; s" ]- V' |" b1 U7 m: o1 w+ L
> seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!) n' M1 I3 F/ e
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> AND NOW A LITTLE FOOTNOTE TO THIS STORY: We all send thousands of jokes& R; K7 B$ O% v7 T3 @& G# {6 s
> through the e-mail without a second thought, but when it comes to sending) e0 r9 f3 V& X- a
> messages about life choices, people hesitate. The crude, vulgar, and often) D/ \# ]: q2 V3 p. T- I
> obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion about decency
6 U! h: ^2 e% q& x; X> is too often suppressed in our schools and workplaces.2 ]7 S+ K0 ~# t9 Y ]6 J* c
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+ v# m. O- q5 ^> If you're thinking about forwarding this message, chances are that you're3 U2 Z6 [2 P+ }' m3 X
> probably sorting out the people in your address book who aren't the/ s. |; t& e! d9 Q1 D3 _, _
> 'appropriate' ones to receive this type of message. Well, the person who
; n$ m, ^/ U# @+ f7 N2 q> sent you this believes that we all can make a difference. We all have* z; n$ ?9 Y* Y
> thousands of opportunities every single day to help realize the 'natural3 c8 r! F9 h# ?6 l" F" v
> order of things.' So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people& R- h* k: Q; G3 V% |% O7 s L
> present us with a choice: Do we pass along a little spark of love and
) ~" l. Y- ?8 k8 ^ _, W> humanity or do we pass up those opportunities and leave the world a little, K z- k9 A% a& k, Q9 s
> bit colder in the process?
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> A wise man once said every society is judged by* c3 j) \( [4 I
> how it treats it's least fortunate amongst them.6 Z) C1 R% k6 K
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7 d* O) J7 m( Z' Q3 e> You now have two choices:
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5 f# d: a0 q8 l0 M! j/ @> 2. Forward/ C; @" ^# D1 H$ [: _# e1 y) r
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> May your day, be a Shay Day. |
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