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> What would you do?....you make the choice. Don't look for a punch line,
: C$ Y: n3 C, K/ _4 i3 L/ [> there isn't one. Read it anyway. My question is: Would you have made the
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& G5 C/ A) G2 Z> At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves learning-disabled children,# S2 I" y" f- \
> the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be- e) {2 i1 \. S" e: S
> forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated
. _$ S8 y+ t- H7 ~> staff, he offered a question:- y1 A& _. ~$ |9 ?) |
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; P5 T# O, ]3 |9 q! O! `5 U% |> 'When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does is
0 z/ M$ l1 ^8 {# v4 y> done with perfection. Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other
/ P: F) {. o8 y0 w9 L3 G> children do. He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is the
% k0 g! S, A5 Q- X( T) ?" Y> natural order of things in my son?'8 W3 v7 q& m" O
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> The audience was stilled by the query.# [; R. k- J- ]: e
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5 g+ F6 a" i" ]> The father continued. 'I believe that when a child like Shay, physically
' M! Y- m: J8 I3 d> and mentally handicapped comes into the world, an opportunity to realize+ k3 u# d& F1 q# w3 G) l1 l5 m
> true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people9 [& R8 X3 N5 M5 r/ K" h0 h
> treat that child.', [- U# B% C1 W+ t* A. L
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5 T8 T4 `+ U7 Z0 b; N7 ~( C> 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
- }# t7 R% s0 v, v D> playing baseball. Shay asked, 'Do you think they'll let me play?' Shay's
/ G0 T7 o3 t& p> father knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their
5 [+ U5 H* q, @3 \( z V2 A> team, but the father also understood that if his son were allowed to play, P5 k8 k! u9 i1 k
> it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be* p# ~9 z1 i% g+ B, Y
> 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
; C N. G4 _" w- P2 q( i7 a! A7 Y0 }> expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and f/ R. y- x& Y: v& P
> said, 'We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I( r) r! L* `7 ~4 y" b
> guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth3 N" `+ A* h* {3 E# P ^
> inning.'
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> Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a
! Z* T' b2 C# U" @6 G: J t> team shirt. His Father watched with a small tear in his eye and warmth in+ l0 D+ |9 e& `% B: H
> his heart. The boys saw the father's joy at his son being accepted. In the0 ^* H' }6 Q, I* u
> bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still R' O( }; V3 X
> behind by three. In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and- J# k. v3 k% v9 F3 ~+ e
> played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was
- A$ E- K6 q/ \- n8 v" J7 `: i> obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from# w# u/ \! U) H. O b! w
> ear to ear as his father waved to him from the stands. In the bottom of the. X& w& U% J Z+ m
> ninth inning, Shay's team scored again. Now, with two outs and the bases
R0 k* r& j8 X1 K G5 A1 N> loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be" A9 c. ^ Z4 z
> next at bat.0 F s7 E- z- T( z
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> At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the1 e9 \0 N- s U1 t+ ]
> game? Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat Everyone knew that a hit was all
0 o% V& b7 b: P/ x. |+ c `> but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly,
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> However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the( E3 G4 n0 x: `$ U/ J
> other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved7 A8 D$ ?5 r. V
> in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make# h% B6 |" Q% ~! U, o( x. W
> contact. The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed. The
" v5 [# g3 X. y6 \> pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay.3 A6 [% C8 P* X9 r
> As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball# X9 O& v/ I. H
> right back to the pitcher.1 N' \1 l- Y9 e p# l7 z
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> The game would now be over. The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and" Q2 m5 y+ p# o5 Q( R! b
> could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been
2 M$ K) Z+ i; X> out and that would have been the end of the game.
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> Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head, out
2 \$ S( H1 C9 n* O6 H# F: @> of reach of all team mates. Everyone from the stands and both teams started- d v2 ]5 @4 S1 W- ~
> yelling, 'Shay, run to first! Run to first!' Never in his life had Shay ever2 D# C5 j) C; l/ ?" c9 j
> run that far, but he made it to first base. He scampered down the baseline,
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}: Z$ f$ c# x) _! ?> Everyone yelled, 'Run to second, run to second!' Catching his breath, Shay% k! h( S8 m$ c! `5 c @* o, L' i% V8 K
> awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the2 M* L2 V) O) y; r. J
> base. By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had
1 p* E6 M" Y) q' j9 c+ \$ T0 w> the ball ... The smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to" v$ E' @# k1 J* @" b6 E
> be the hero for his team. He could have thrown the ball to the& P6 c& d" s8 f) i5 ?/ Y4 O8 ?3 k: d
> second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intention So he,0 z o0 N0 V% B" q
> too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's0 V. A" S5 ]3 T) J& G. c O" _* b
> head. Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him$ T0 y( T5 @! @5 q) w+ q
> circled the bases toward home.8 t5 D& Y! [# `5 K; C: |0 i
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> All were screaming, 'Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay'# U7 ~6 F/ k* b L1 O1 }6 J- }
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4 S2 j" m/ o4 J* t# f5 V> Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by0 h) G& T! ]& I" [4 E+ I
> turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, 'Run to third!
; L1 k: ]9 g& y# V6 R> Shay, run to third!'3 s- H) C" b4 B+ N
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6 c% m H; c% X) G5 B) ` u> As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on
# Z( c7 l, T0 C# ~! y! L5 u$ w> their feet screaming, 'Shay, run home! Run home!' Shay ran to home, stepped% Y# g0 Z& ^! p: o2 z' Z
> on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the
8 p4 x4 n3 j& e5 O: K> game for his team." _# R; U% v* u" O: e
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> 'That day', said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face,* Z8 b5 q+ Z" [& r' o! @+ a
> 'the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity' g/ f$ U, m: e. N5 y
> into this world'.
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> Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never
. r0 R* Y5 T: M. t( T9 K3 f) b6 g# \> forgotten being the hero and making his father so happy, and coming home and
* A. N9 q% }* y$ s; Z2 b3 x> seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day! a7 A0 ^9 c! W2 x' @' N- }
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- E# H+ b+ P: D [8 u: E; j> AND NOW A LITTLE FOOTNOTE TO THIS STORY: We all send thousands of jokes6 ?+ g& M9 z' d5 y3 [4 \
> through the e-mail without a second thought, but when it comes to sending+ I3 O: R, f+ m5 s& \/ j; W
> messages about life choices, people hesitate. The crude, vulgar, and often
v# m% V! _, x7 r- [# R> obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion about decency& _2 u" Z; W+ o$ A3 Q
> is too often suppressed in our schools and workplaces.
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> If you're thinking about forwarding this message, chances are that you're
# K; h/ u9 v( ]% G: P* G: H> probably sorting out the people in your address book who aren't the- a& w+ s) e: }& y* c6 J1 D0 S, m) d2 S6 b
> 'appropriate' ones to receive this type of message. Well, the person who# W* N C* U. \" Y2 Z) L
> sent you this believes that we all can make a difference. We all have/ b' O: ^7 u8 s
> thousands of opportunities every single day to help realize the 'natural8 R+ R& c2 e$ T& K2 d/ O+ t
> order of things.' So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people
! I- ?3 U- A6 L( A; [> present us with a choice: Do we pass along a little spark of love and
7 C' L' J$ b& J& c% Y( H# z( t" j: F> humanity or do we pass up those opportunities and leave the world a little p/ }9 d$ W+ _+ W
> bit colder in the process?
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> A wise man once said every society is judged by4 ]4 z5 ~) t4 P X0 l1 Y
> how it treats it's least fortunate amongst them.
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* x% i$ Y6 y, g& Q! u% |( _> You now have two choices:
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> 2. Forward
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" o ~/ j/ ?1 [! X' J+ {( v> May your day, be a Shay Day. |
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