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# Y1 a! ^. t+ {# _5 H/ a> What would you do?....you make the choice. Don't look for a punch line,
, L+ J8 k) i+ ]> there isn't one. Read it anyway. My question is: Would you have made the
; M/ z) g: @" N( I; ?> same choice?
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> At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves learning-disabled children,0 O! ^5 n0 s7 h& h' a# b
> the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be
! T* m. G$ [ E3 p+ `> forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated4 O. a/ w' x# |2 p+ C
> staff, he offered a question:
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( t2 ]% u( r! d> 'When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does is f0 h3 R+ U' v$ c3 D
> done with perfection. Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other8 f, r, C' t# u, m% Q( _8 O
> children do. He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is the
& @) e" n4 J6 N> natural order of things in my son?'
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' A6 P. z( Y3 N> The audience was stilled by the query.
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> The father continued. 'I believe that when a child like Shay, physically
% s3 J% r+ Q1 }" B5 K' N> and mentally handicapped comes into the world, an opportunity to realize
& h! c0 y& Z6 u. s9 x> true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people$ F! k# P+ ~2 R* S7 z1 a( a% a
> treat that child.'
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# ?$ i% S/ w9 m. A( ?5 T% s" T> Then he told the following story:
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> Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were8 u! Y% e# e5 f
> playing baseball. Shay asked, 'Do you think they'll let me play?' Shay's
% \. w/ E h8 f8 p% i1 g# D1 u> father knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their
0 [7 ?# Q& ?0 h+ v9 E. Q. \: f> team, but the father also understood that if his son were allowed to play,7 y9 y; p- H d9 ~( n% V! Z0 p
> it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be* `; n, S% w* b& A
> 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. h7 [3 u/ X9 X# w- A7 [' t
> expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and: a6 U. O/ D: x" b2 c- v$ h3 G
> said, 'We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I
5 _6 ]# n% x0 ~ `> guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth
# h7 J2 D0 m4 ?7 {) g> inning.'
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> Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a
; S+ n D2 H# v7 b> team shirt. His Father watched with a small tear in his eye and warmth in8 M* e' x: \3 c0 H$ O
> his heart. The boys saw the father's joy at his son being accepted. In the! J2 `" n3 f4 ]
> bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still
. j6 Z; \" |5 B1 ^& h2 X# _( E> behind by three. In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and
E5 c) s9 d( M. y> played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was. `8 X2 \9 ?; P, e
> obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from
: Y! @. o3 T) U& @9 R/ U' d> ear to ear as his father waved to him from the stands. In the bottom of the% H2 Z2 ^! I" b1 r s2 `4 s
> ninth inning, Shay's team scored again. Now, with two outs and the bases
. d* o. [0 A$ r> loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be) G' C1 W! e$ b% Y S4 w: p- S
> next at bat.
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> At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the
( }. g& D4 g7 d0 G/ z' r. K# a> game? Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat Everyone knew that a hit was all& M7 o s& I9 P9 Y* n
> but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly,4 U. R5 m5 V/ h
> much less connect with the ball.+ W$ Y, s& ]4 f: F
> However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the' N- B. [- g- L" A9 B
> other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved- V% }% b4 n/ p
> in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make# w& u2 z, d/ F/ c
> contact. The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed. The% @2 y y* U7 R6 e. x9 \4 B
> pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay.) Y. x8 C/ B' k: t2 w( A: U
> As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball1 ]# _" K1 F2 s6 R( c
> right back to the pitcher./ I. m% K. b9 \
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> The game would now be over. The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and
* b$ D4 C: O/ D> could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been( u3 x" { K; O3 D5 v
> out and that would have been the end of the game.1 x! o9 E L* w
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> Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head, out
1 e. L) }4 o; l> of reach of all team mates. Everyone from the stands and both teams started9 g0 j" w, n6 P1 ]
> yelling, 'Shay, run to first! Run to first!' Never in his life had Shay ever1 x4 V2 O% n+ l& u, A2 U7 n
> 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; v( R- a7 P1 }) s B
> awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the
% n7 Z% [9 L2 R& G> base. By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had; W3 d1 ?! d! g( Z, Q
> the ball ... The smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to
5 u) O4 |0 A& e2 M/ [> be the hero for his team. He could have thrown the ball to the
{+ s$ _4 ]- [; w> second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intention So he,# `/ K% W. H2 p! }0 B7 S. V4 P5 p
> too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's: J1 J+ q9 M$ _$ I( G. o
> head. Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him8 p/ a0 V5 Y+ t4 |7 `! f
> circled the bases toward home.1 u* e5 r: J; a8 h# D! g w
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/ r( K& u9 @5 e. O I4 a> All were screaming, 'Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay'
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% x, y! g( `) X b2 M! T' _> Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by* B$ _1 ]! x% ^! c( {! A* I# E5 _" R
> turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, 'Run to third!
% E/ a V) u( V3 N$ m2 k: m% h> Shay, run to third!'6 B, g6 g7 G6 r/ D
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> As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on% U& u; `0 g& \, S8 L6 c' L5 p
> their feet screaming, 'Shay, run home! Run home!' Shay ran to home, stepped; b8 n. \$ h" l2 n# |$ f: C
> on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the' x4 J5 g" d9 w7 R8 I
> game for his team." V' }* a' s3 Z; n6 O
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/ d0 R- [+ w; B! Y& o! V7 Q- |5 v. d> 'That day', said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face,& B( t8 R1 T& @6 p
> 'the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity& M' u- H, {+ k& n( C9 q2 l- X
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& _& o, `4 t% f3 b, s# s& l& V> Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never
, Z6 K. W" r+ l5 V C% p8 n h> forgotten being the hero and making his father so happy, and coming home and
# \. j! J! T+ s9 x! K" P> seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!; `, ^5 j. R' Q s
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5 L1 c% N% x+ G% Z/ h% W6 T> AND NOW A LITTLE FOOTNOTE TO THIS STORY: We all send thousands of jokes
# D8 F# |' `8 m j> through the e-mail without a second thought, but when it comes to sending. [2 B" [; k/ B# _& @( H
> messages about life choices, people hesitate. The crude, vulgar, and often5 _* M+ c1 J* D3 ?
> obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion about decency
$ O6 R8 O, L3 j4 X6 f> 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
- K4 L3 D/ d7 ?- L> probably sorting out the people in your address book who aren't the* _5 Y% R1 L/ ?! r$ _* k7 ?! W7 | z
> 'appropriate' ones to receive this type of message. Well, the person who
; y1 K# d* w' _' B> sent you this believes that we all can make a difference. We all have$ t: K& C8 T* _# N) R
> thousands of opportunities every single day to help realize the 'natural
: \" r6 V/ G3 q. J U! y> order of things.' So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people; t6 E+ {6 ?2 ~5 t/ U
> present us with a choice: Do we pass along a little spark of love and
, d' d/ T" J( B> humanity or do we pass up those opportunities and leave the world a little
' V: C9 A0 x6 s> bit colder in the process?
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> A wise man once said every society is judged by
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0 w- r h' {; Z" b1 L0 J> You now have two choices:6 C* \7 e4 f& P4 k& ?
> 1. Delete
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> May your day, be a Shay Day. |
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