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0 ^! Q1 x, y B8 R: J; D2 c> What would you do?....you make the choice. Don't look for a punch line,* S- g' G* K' `1 {5 {* l: T
> there isn't one. Read it anyway. My question is: Would you have made the: Q% w' q9 A" V7 F* ^
> same choice?0 W6 a6 O& e1 y
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> At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves learning-disabled children,
% z) C0 D" W! s B `> the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be. z: J6 R& y: ^4 T& {
> forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated+ S$ c9 o9 x+ G+ n
> staff, he offered a question:
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> 'When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does is5 ^% ]4 ?( g' g' G# D3 F! n
> done with perfection. Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other
* [$ n, A8 z6 Z4 j N5 w0 I> children do. He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is the
* ?$ Y) u# \8 o2 N! M8 H' h> natural order of things in my son?'; e" r+ R0 \' N9 l8 l: J
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> The audience was stilled by the query.
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; j$ A2 q& m1 ]3 k8 [> The father continued. 'I believe that when a child like Shay, physically" f( ]; N# \' Q8 Z, w
> and mentally handicapped comes into the world, an opportunity to realize1 b& f% N/ h, l' R3 u8 |
> true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people
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( K* i4 x. L9 e% @! q$ u% E> Then he told the following story:
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$ ]2 p) p; x- m- e, J2 F> Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were8 {/ S7 ^8 {9 N7 Q
> playing baseball. Shay asked, 'Do you think they'll let me play?' Shay's
0 D2 M" Y, N3 Q& W1 ^> father knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their( v; d1 F- h# E% @, w: @2 `: W# J% r
> team, but the father also understood that if his son were allowed to play,
! n a4 G% _8 x1 B> it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be" Y3 v6 A+ L- }3 q5 e5 W
> 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
* p2 v4 z( G y) g) c" K> expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and0 D* a5 n. q O5 c) u3 w
> said, 'We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I
' D$ k( i0 P8 t n6 O> guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth
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> Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a
! w1 l8 L+ S1 X0 ^2 }/ r> team shirt. His Father watched with a small tear in his eye and warmth in
9 D5 ~; k5 H' L9 O: g> his heart. The boys saw the father's joy at his son being accepted. In the$ Z' X0 [# V6 `- A- i
> bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still
/ ?6 {$ D5 Y& v( Q6 m> behind by three. In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and
: M$ W/ M2 h6 ~3 {! X> played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was
2 H7 q$ }; `# B& X% J' F5 ]> obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from$ @) w `! c$ C+ d6 \
> ear to ear as his father waved to him from the stands. In the bottom of the
$ k1 |1 G' t$ M; D> ninth inning, Shay's team scored again. Now, with two outs and the bases
( G% _+ |* K! c' s> loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be
|! q% l5 [4 N. J! k> next at bat.* _* ?0 }* ]/ [0 i# G5 q# a3 P
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> At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the
, }8 Q# ?# `) M8 ^: P# B> game? Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat Everyone knew that a hit was all
8 i8 E. _ V- Q4 c3 O> but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly,
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! W/ J% K# m# p T> However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the, P7 l$ b, f4 D4 ]- \4 E: T
> other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved5 K; h& n% c4 u( Q# @
> in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make* U# ^3 E% U" `; ~( p& X' ?
> contact. The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed. The
: k) o4 `4 [: x2 m3 W> pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay.
R; m: y% r: e3 R7 z> As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball
6 o+ D* Q$ ?' o> right back to the pitcher.
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> The game would now be over. The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and& Z. F# x3 n6 i0 z, t- T2 U
> could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been4 @5 X4 Z6 H) H+ |% n' o) _7 O
> 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, out4 {: t2 Z* r3 n. u0 T
> of reach of all team mates. Everyone from the stands and both teams started$ e4 F+ A$ _3 b! t J2 R
> yelling, 'Shay, run to first! Run to first!' Never in his life had Shay ever+ W/ V& k$ _; A: [# ?
> run that far, but he made it to first base. He scampered down the baseline,
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> Everyone yelled, 'Run to second, run to second!' Catching his breath, Shay$ q1 d' S0 B! v! U1 j8 v
> awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the3 v2 Q" ]5 x* o3 K- ~
> base. By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had
! u4 N) K8 }; W> the ball ... The smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to7 z3 U) ^, F9 J- z+ R, A
> be the hero for his team. He could have thrown the ball to the4 G. A& Q; L" L/ d7 ] E
> second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intention So he, B: r' u7 b2 R- ]: @* o
> too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's5 m. U- O! L' t% [
> head. Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him9 |4 E* v& \9 {9 M% h4 v' R
> circled the bases toward home.
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> All were screaming, 'Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay'" c$ e* U# I9 c, l* m3 L m* \$ s
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> Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by9 R4 Q) A( L( m5 a) H/ w7 v
> turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, 'Run to third!1 \$ i9 {" W% n
> Shay, run to third!'5 a# x; k) K7 X0 B7 c$ V
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6 |$ S! Y( a% \> As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on
) T+ {3 P, B& P> their feet screaming, 'Shay, run home! Run home!' Shay ran to home, stepped
9 _5 Q% C- g, O; W8 ?- ?% P> on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the& A* Z D3 t& a( K* P' Y
> game for his team.
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0 A! ?: I7 p6 S; @' c> 'That day', said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face,
+ U' ~. L6 R3 F, T$ ~> 'the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity
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6 ]; D& Z |! [, f* I. A4 K> Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never, s6 b/ X' Z- x4 @5 I3 H; `7 k* _
> forgotten being the hero and making his father so happy, and coming home and* G) w4 h7 m4 X' T, B
> seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!
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> AND NOW A LITTLE FOOTNOTE TO THIS STORY: We all send thousands of jokes- d3 C. \: g& {; j- A5 l$ T
> through the e-mail without a second thought, but when it comes to sending
& o6 {+ N" a8 W: I0 r> messages about life choices, people hesitate. The crude, vulgar, and often: Z+ n8 L/ e6 ^5 \7 G
> obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion about decency6 {! J/ ?3 O9 t, G0 _* T
> is too often suppressed in our schools and workplaces.5 C. | c! F) y( e$ p2 q
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> If you're thinking about forwarding this message, chances are that you're
; t* U' A& w1 Q) L9 `: @> probably sorting out the people in your address book who aren't the
' A6 J$ U6 ^* ^* G> 'appropriate' ones to receive this type of message. Well, the person who6 J! y. A8 |1 r" m
> sent you this believes that we all can make a difference. We all have
2 L$ Z: _4 `; k7 g8 O d> thousands of opportunities every single day to help realize the 'natural
* ^9 j$ ?3 o, W5 J" J4 u> order of things.' So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people
7 Q" s6 V& s, D I7 P1 x) `> present us with a choice: Do we pass along a little spark of love and- x, n6 o3 q3 T% }2 P
> humanity or do we pass up those opportunities and leave the world a little
# d/ |; h5 @3 q. ]> bit colder in the process?
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> A wise man once said every society is judged by3 w3 A/ P5 n8 r; Y3 v( q
> how it treats it's least fortunate amongst them.
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> You now have two choices:
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> 2. Forward' }9 B& X: x$ X( x# s! e
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^/ h* ], H( v> May your day, be a Shay Day. |
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