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> What would you do?....you make the choice. Don't look for a punch line,- V3 @3 l5 ]4 \( Q; C
> there isn't one. Read it anyway. My question is: Would you have made the
/ {" l: |% \* u8 `- U7 o> same choice?
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6 d' N2 T6 s% I" A, o ?3 y2 w> At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves learning-disabled children,
4 E( t4 d a* \> the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be
1 W) e" g) F0 g" Y( m) S> forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated
/ I k9 C' {2 Z# i a; H' R- [5 ^> staff, he offered a question:
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> 'When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does is- W' A- p$ O7 |" i) `- W
> done with perfection. Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other( ~: J8 g* Z) D! q; h0 G
> children do. He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is the
6 u7 _% O" d: |8 M, g> natural order of things in my son?'
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8 v; n" v( s' g$ u> The audience was stilled by the query.
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# ]5 A" X) b. {* v> The father continued. 'I believe that when a child like Shay, physically
! }& y/ v* S G* m' A, K5 Z> and mentally handicapped comes into the world, an opportunity to realize
9 k+ j# X' [% l3 ?> true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people
' w$ u) d5 t9 A6 `> treat that child.'
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2 N0 a; e3 [: m8 i- J! T3 J0 Z> Then he told the following story:- y% {! _! ?2 j: _
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> Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were
# M& S+ p6 Q1 e5 b a% ~& ?> playing baseball. Shay asked, 'Do you think they'll let me play?' Shay's1 t; a3 f1 F; {0 c) h7 G2 n
> father knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their5 R2 \2 g& U/ _+ d0 N" r% f
> team, but the father also understood that if his son were allowed to play,; e R7 N5 N# W) m" o8 Q
> it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be: ~2 J& a# J* U- E/ v* M- B
> accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.
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" Y( _& \& {: x7 N- M- v> Shay's father approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not6 p' e: w0 J ]* Q. l p
> expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and9 ?! B1 N; L' T% m3 n
> said, 'We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I
& X8 N L1 M+ |0 P1 t' H2 N: O> guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth: ]5 l7 j+ I3 `! a) A
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> Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a4 g" X* l4 m' w2 k7 Z
> team shirt. His Father watched with a small tear in his eye and warmth in y P) |: N: c o' Q# K# n
> his heart. The boys saw the father's joy at his son being accepted. In the) W3 Z- b1 c q7 Q
> bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still
' M& P0 x: L2 g( S* t' ^> behind by three. In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and3 k% O7 G. r9 U& t& a
> played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was
2 M9 L c" K2 n6 V5 T$ F8 e> obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from
) o. R* a/ q' m4 B> ear to ear as his father waved to him from the stands. In the bottom of the! F, D% Q5 j0 Q$ i7 }% W: `# S( e
> ninth inning, Shay's team scored again. Now, with two outs and the bases/ Q3 a/ R; e7 B
> loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be
/ Y# U9 |/ X% l' S* a0 _: ?' K> next at bat.) R6 d4 k8 @1 c0 J. f2 Z& u
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1 n `# ?. d5 t/ a> At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the
4 y( Q9 u% s. ?6 M( E7 n" t) B> game? Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat Everyone knew that a hit was all8 A) F. H- ^: [1 \* m' ]
> but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly,0 r0 X. M: v, }
> much less connect with the ball.. U" |$ c3 n$ z, o
> However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the
) y" C( O/ ?6 e2 [> other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved9 f$ E6 _( `0 |7 `, C. Q
> in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make
2 w+ d! Q/ B* F2 ]# D> contact. The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed. The, V, } F: m! I$ ^) O! |0 h
> pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay.: G# M' p5 K2 M7 ?
> As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball' j0 x; Q' [ o& ~! ?7 u
> right back to the pitcher." N8 l) C1 F/ S/ d
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% i& Y" V9 o3 v( [4 n> The game would now be over. The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and
6 P' I1 a3 [/ o5 S- M> could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been
9 o' U& G5 o% x P4 K4 H' Z> out and that would have been the end of the game.& v3 w/ c4 ?0 S( P7 c+ G
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+ S* X3 K, O, M9 |. V. y> Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head, out- Y! c+ x6 `& x1 `
> of reach of all team mates. Everyone from the stands and both teams started; o9 _; P Y G/ A5 y
> yelling, 'Shay, run to first! Run to first!' Never in his life had Shay ever/ s4 v8 R' M( S( P+ H% C: U; B$ K: |
> run that far, but he made it to first base. He scampered down the baseline,' W2 q$ s9 s1 N W
> wide-eyed and startled.
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/ _2 A, O4 z( @) l0 U" c> Everyone yelled, 'Run to second, run to second!' Catching his breath, Shay
' Q- y1 X( \; o5 j% f7 w. d8 q> awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the
7 [ A7 W; \/ U( D. R> base. By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had9 G' b8 L. I9 X6 k {/ l8 O
> the ball ... The smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to1 I/ _ Z h" t5 v
> be the hero for his team. He could have thrown the ball to the
7 y' |; K k6 Z9 i* V> second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intention So he,
& t" y4 V+ I- x$ C* x! \> too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's
- m9 Z7 O* j- A1 v' o> head. Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him% |7 N( Y c. g4 \( X
> circled the bases toward home.9 s% {! S4 ^6 V! t4 c! T. p
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" L5 Z% d$ T# o> All were screaming, 'Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay', _, e% [- L3 Y7 n$ H$ X
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! T1 z* c: F7 @& V> Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by
: I2 ?& @: J L& x, v+ `0 d% {3 _7 @> turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, 'Run to third!
; I6 M1 d1 g# V$ x> Shay, run to third!'
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D6 n; ~ {; W0 Z7 Q0 x> As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on
1 ]) T5 a3 i9 L, O i" D> their feet screaming, 'Shay, run home! Run home!' Shay ran to home, stepped# j1 k$ C9 N4 [* F6 {0 {9 e! z
> on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the7 v3 G- q* q8 l7 m3 m7 p
> game for his team.
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$ i6 Y2 O9 e+ P- }> 'That day', said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face," z8 c$ {* f8 \# z& H/ m" S
> 'the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity, @1 ^) L& p6 A; P% T
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_$ Y3 b7 O7 K> Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never
3 Z' E1 a$ e O# X; b! `> forgotten being the hero and making his father so happy, and coming home and
) U9 Z3 e+ E; m6 u> seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!
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y! e. l: f* L$ U* [1 s4 S> AND NOW A LITTLE FOOTNOTE TO THIS STORY: We all send thousands of jokes
; g' \- v# i1 W0 V' E> through the e-mail without a second thought, but when it comes to sending
g9 Y! S T2 Q6 o" b* b> messages about life choices, people hesitate. The crude, vulgar, and often
3 ]! D8 z: u) ^; ?0 Q> obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion about decency
: G4 e4 H) J" n5 g/ G> is too often suppressed in our schools and workplaces.; j% C- _# K% R) b* @
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> If you're thinking about forwarding this message, chances are that you're
7 z" U' V1 W# G3 G. o> probably sorting out the people in your address book who aren't the
# g; L% @) q z* Y3 W1 C9 `$ Z> 'appropriate' ones to receive this type of message. Well, the person who7 q- x. d- f# _: e3 x9 _6 C
> sent you this believes that we all can make a difference. We all have
, }9 k K2 ]. C! B# r> thousands of opportunities every single day to help realize the 'natural6 w5 \/ o4 a) ^2 b7 H
> order of things.' So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people
) I8 ]( K+ |3 w! M0 C, `> present us with a choice: Do we pass along a little spark of love and
' o$ G* W6 ?; ?> humanity or do we pass up those opportunities and leave the world a little1 f8 \! W Q$ N$ z
> bit colder in the process?
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0 j& o& \- T% ^3 s> A wise man once said every society is judged by
% |3 \4 Z4 z; W, I9 p8 D1 y) \7 K> how it treats it's least fortunate amongst them." _' v+ w* i- R
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> You now have two choices:
1 G; ]/ a' s6 R: a& P% ~$ A9 u> 1. Delete
2 J9 j- R6 S% v0 j( @2 Y0 H> 2. Forward
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> May your day, be a Shay Day. |
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