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> What would you do?....you make the choice. Don't look for a punch line,$ Y c! `3 q8 L2 d6 X
> there isn't one. Read it anyway. My question is: Would you have made the/ Z* _6 _' _' ?/ n: a# \0 w* F
> same choice?6 D5 A( y+ y3 S8 \" g9 U" M/ ?
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2 P- G9 A9 n+ z8 h> At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves learning-disabled children,
4 h/ B" C. X& h" ]7 g, D> the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be. ]2 q3 t- q1 {, E5 ? y
> forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated* v+ i* {/ f' ^
> staff, he offered a question:
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> 'When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does is
$ E! F) f5 b" }, A( z C& X> done with perfection. Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other
* H$ z/ l! A% S# Y> children do. He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is the! t4 Q# D+ a# w0 M7 K
> natural order of things in my son?'& y9 X# V) }; p! D" K2 q
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: I8 g+ ~/ G6 q3 `; `, Q' q> The audience was stilled by the query.) C2 }4 `$ u1 M
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> The father continued. 'I believe that when a child like Shay, physically! m5 X& Q7 B( T/ m( l: Z8 X" ~
> and mentally handicapped comes into the world, an opportunity to realize
- Y" v" F7 `' y; E% n& \& K> true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people
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5 C1 i7 P" u# n) U! Q: o> Then he told the following story:$ j( f9 [% A7 e
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4 T( a& S# T2 `% r: ?> Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were d& I+ O0 c. `7 a4 ~+ ~1 {
> playing baseball. Shay asked, 'Do you think they'll let me play?' Shay's. K5 G$ w1 J3 g* O- g
> father knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their
' x/ m' ]% k8 B6 b> team, but the father also understood that if his son were allowed to play,$ S: k7 A9 u! Z; [* T5 }
> it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be
' `& Q# E' C( H: b p> 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 (not9 V6 y4 Y" B6 A) `5 S. i6 x. y
> expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and; F- A5 d- v b; V( p: E5 `
> said, 'We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I
* c0 p5 E2 X E" x! n> guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth
3 w! B9 _# L) i5 M K> inning.'
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9 O9 l4 f1 l- a* t! F0 |> Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a/ u3 v) b+ y4 _; k6 Q6 F. h
> team shirt. His Father watched with a small tear in his eye and warmth in1 g* {. q+ v! n% |
> his heart. The boys saw the father's joy at his son being accepted. In the
* c3 r* X# M$ I6 T( S3 X6 T, d> bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still
5 E: ?, e/ Q( i> behind by three. In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and- N( S, o! s5 o( Q3 b) e' o4 a
> played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was! e# U! c/ U6 I, J1 ~
> obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from1 \* X# A' g6 G$ e2 [/ e* U
> ear to ear as his father waved to him from the stands. In the bottom of the
( j2 g! p: s6 p> ninth inning, Shay's team scored again. Now, with two outs and the bases. [& F g" E( ^: @- e- b
> loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be
! S/ K" `3 w; z$ D7 i) i: Q$ W, x> next at bat.
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> At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the
6 [$ ~" B1 ]% Z+ H& {> game? Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat Everyone knew that a hit was all
+ D- n& I ?" A+ T" ~: l% y O> but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly,8 u, o7 p. a. L1 R g
> much less connect with the ball.9 A9 {2 q1 j% i! p f2 a
> However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the# J& h2 n* H1 D) K0 u( o. E" k
> other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved
, X" z$ A; {- n( |: ^9 d2 j5 c' D7 L> in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make
' l& q8 n1 k7 W1 ?; E$ D4 h> contact. The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed. The @5 R+ h2 X" M! E
> pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay.1 u w T: Z9 i
> As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball0 J) y& @, ]* e2 w3 n: q2 N) i8 u3 I i
> right back to the pitcher.& M+ {. `4 N5 g+ q/ Y
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> The game would now be over. The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and
5 @5 m6 s9 u) C# J2 o> could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been
, z9 H0 E3 ?5 O4 H- x> out and that would have been the end of the game.
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3 f1 w' ~+ U r* U/ Z! k8 [> Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head, out) x& [+ ~: Z( J) e ?( d
> of reach of all team mates. Everyone from the stands and both teams started
% E9 z# J1 x& D9 X" Y9 ~> yelling, 'Shay, run to first! Run to first!' Never in his life had Shay ever1 t- ^5 }2 q+ e
> run that far, but he made it to first base. He scampered down the baseline,
' Q, w1 X% \* m0 m I0 K> wide-eyed and startled.% e. D! \9 l: E7 d6 S
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) ` K* i, B0 `> Everyone yelled, 'Run to second, run to second!' Catching his breath, Shay. R; p. ^5 E$ b+ |# O9 T, z
> awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the0 w/ m/ F) k- E$ b3 v& u5 w
> base. By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had* y( h! G B) o1 N, L
> the ball ... The smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to
# e0 @. f. }1 I6 V; {> be the hero for his team. He could have thrown the ball to the9 M. ?! @1 ]8 f4 L/ v
> second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intention So he,
% p% x$ ~3 C; ^, f; u- Z& p> too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's, X2 |4 |$ g. m/ u* G
> head. Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him3 Q$ m7 P+ z8 ]* v
> circled the bases toward home.
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> All were screaming, 'Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay'5 v& c1 Q; @+ r9 ~ N+ k
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> Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by
- q8 w/ d1 c+ F$ K- w* `> turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, 'Run to third!
3 b- t. @- j3 T> Shay, run to third!'7 x. l9 W+ l$ X3 @7 e* D
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8 E5 n# \3 a# k) J( r: K> As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on
9 y. a/ z" Y/ R. m3 s> their feet screaming, 'Shay, run home! Run home!' Shay ran to home, stepped+ }# C! d1 i% W" V/ K2 ~; T* \
> on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the
$ l* [2 X# H$ x: o& G' f> game for his team.* b% t: v" [) j' i, ]( m$ x
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' ~9 c( Y u h g1 k> 'That day', said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face,
: H/ N( ]* S2 r0 v> 'the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity- Z" l/ t$ H6 G. M
> into this world'.
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> Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never% _ X. I6 Z3 j1 q3 j# h' K% Q$ ~
> forgotten being the hero and making his father so happy, and coming home and( ^/ O/ y6 _7 o- t' j
> seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!
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8 G2 m0 i+ a# g9 \* Z$ @> AND NOW A LITTLE FOOTNOTE TO THIS STORY: We all send thousands of jokes* Q& T+ H, f* d5 ?3 a8 H7 X/ u: \
> through the e-mail without a second thought, but when it comes to sending) l2 T5 w& G9 O5 k5 j) j
> messages about life choices, people hesitate. The crude, vulgar, and often* l2 Y8 e- V$ I1 C; d; m5 ~
> obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion about decency
8 E! U) [4 y1 C k3 W8 k> is too often suppressed in our schools and workplaces.0 W5 b6 t4 n# a- k3 A4 n
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0 f7 p6 w2 ` i$ O# I }/ g6 l) A* X> If you're thinking about forwarding this message, chances are that you're' T# a( @. a! n4 {% J( P
> probably sorting out the people in your address book who aren't the
% z5 s$ q+ A/ P3 m$ N& u& p> 'appropriate' ones to receive this type of message. Well, the person who5 T1 `2 q" g+ g0 h
> sent you this believes that we all can make a difference. We all have
" ^' T5 ?* v+ R1 L> thousands of opportunities every single day to help realize the 'natural
/ K; y J- N+ Z% e5 z% i> order of things.' So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people9 v1 \& N( |& A8 D7 h! a" _3 |
> present us with a choice: Do we pass along a little spark of love and
' J' V# C6 K. K3 ` [> humanity or do we pass up those opportunities and leave the world a little: V+ t8 N: `, ~2 O& O
> bit colder in the process?( F/ x" D6 z. Y3 Q9 ]* i
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> A wise man once said every society is judged by
+ ~9 |, d0 p. i1 x' \> how it treats it's least fortunate amongst them.% l' Z" }; M) A s
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> You now have two choices:
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) H) x6 E9 E& J; \" d5 W. c8 R/ r7 Y> 2. Forward
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( r' G8 Q4 O$ l g8 l( ]% T> May your day, be a Shay Day. |
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