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' n9 h( w9 U6 ?0 g8 j- \( G> What would you do?....you make the choice. Don't look for a punch line,
% X n% v: }9 @- b5 g> there isn't one. Read it anyway. My question is: Would you have made the
\- K8 q$ C/ F4 e3 f> same choice?
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1 h; g# j* u" |+ I6 m5 v: V7 x> At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves learning-disabled children,
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> forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated( ?) O$ @/ H/ p, b& {; \
> staff, he offered a question:1 D0 r8 _3 a5 [- ~9 r
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> 'When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does is
" g1 |1 z9 ^+ n1 A# }1 F# d> done with perfection. Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other
5 {4 u4 x. d3 P3 j" y: _3 _* d> children do. He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is the
2 M. E4 g8 G$ {> natural order of things in my son?'" ~4 X4 }1 O1 n {
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' v! e: j* g! F1 N) X* s> The audience was stilled by the query.6 G' Z5 r" O S$ n9 j; R# T
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> The father continued. 'I believe that when a child like Shay, physically
( @: Z7 M8 o0 L3 @> and mentally handicapped comes into the world, an opportunity to realize
3 w( ^1 A& w2 o# p/ ^% M> true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people
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- N8 p$ W! q4 B' @2 Q> Then he told the following story:3 D3 g3 c9 u& z2 j4 C
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- G( d- H; d. M* r: u0 `; ?: F> Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were a- x) O% k$ }$ y9 l
> playing baseball. Shay asked, 'Do you think they'll let me play?' Shay's
f) N* |1 Q: Q, T3 i> father knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their
" Z/ y6 c( r( I, s$ W> team, but the father also understood that if his son were allowed to play,
. K, L, D" X! S3 t2 ^> it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be+ ~* A+ D$ I9 S7 n% ^* v+ b
> accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.
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1 `, x8 y* x6 X8 N0 N; R> Shay's father approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not7 _7 V1 D6 O/ l
> expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and
/ G! m5 t- h2 G6 M5 T> said, 'We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I
1 I: z u' U, a3 ?5 M) ~> guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth
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# t9 D3 h R" x# A- y> Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a
& r& n0 @' N5 S" u# F+ W5 k> team shirt. His Father watched with a small tear in his eye and warmth in# T c4 p; F& }# I* n9 f# R0 o
> his heart. The boys saw the father's joy at his son being accepted. In the9 Y1 F- q" |/ p# |! j
> bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still
9 l- o/ ^0 ?7 p9 s$ V> behind by three. In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and6 t% d7 v; y( W& w5 {3 \- l. _
> played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was
# I4 o- E$ O9 i+ [5 R> obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from
F* k% l) J8 h5 L8 M$ n% @> ear to ear as his father waved to him from the stands. In the bottom of the: h$ _6 q8 m Z* X
> ninth inning, Shay's team scored again. Now, with two outs and the bases
4 ~5 \: ~; @( {: {9 W- v/ H: y- p> loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be. k0 R C+ _" f' r# p0 M
> next at bat.
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; T* {* e/ t) F, `> At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the
* o% d3 Y$ b0 s8 _0 e> game? Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat Everyone knew that a hit was all
: J" Q6 F5 C" i4 o$ T> but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly,6 b, Y! X; ~. _, }% g- V
> much less connect with the ball.
# E5 k% B# O) j/ i> However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the
1 |% D _1 X2 t1 {> other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved
! K; j, F" W/ o: G4 X4 d- ~1 _> in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make7 h, \) t$ p+ @( _6 A
> contact. The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed. The
2 R# m+ ]8 C8 x7 g- k' ^: q8 ?> pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay.8 U, u; l4 u: t5 E7 Z6 F
> As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball
5 v! k- H0 @ I- S> right back to the pitcher.2 ]; M# i: S8 C+ i
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- j1 e+ P1 m4 H; g> The game would now be over. The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and
. t r) d% W$ o8 r! b7 f> could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been
- T3 ]! j# x9 U8 F. B) {: r# n" m> out and that would have been the end of the game.* z: T7 O+ o5 S% D& H' E; z
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# D, A* _% {/ D2 r+ g> Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head, out: Z! o% l0 A/ [; C7 d y) ?! p, r
> of reach of all team mates. Everyone from the stands and both teams started
( O# j- P7 D0 z8 B* D/ T> yelling, 'Shay, run to first! Run to first!' Never in his life had Shay ever0 E' d ^1 q q' ]" o# u
> run that far, but he made it to first base. He scampered down the baseline,
( q6 _" z8 U* R3 h8 V* Z0 C: ]+ Q> wide-eyed and startled.+ {% p: m( @( ^# z% o4 n$ Z
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> Everyone yelled, 'Run to second, run to second!' Catching his breath, Shay" @8 H; E: _: Z$ n, ?1 z* {$ Y) v
> awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the
/ }( c/ E5 c9 h) l1 }% U2 E, w* B> base. By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had' P5 E* Z/ P1 ?7 g
> the ball ... The smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to% D0 U% I* e; e
> be the hero for his team. He could have thrown the ball to the
% p9 g$ k% [, j! N" d> second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intention So he,
0 ?6 X k, A9 {/ V3 y> too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's$ i2 c8 d/ Y8 B; m0 G
> head. Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him5 I! @# k- A5 o" l2 y
> circled the bases toward home.
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> All were screaming, 'Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay'0 P* @$ _1 I/ s/ I! D, _0 d
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> Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by/ [* T* [$ ~+ P* r( L
> turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, 'Run to third!
1 X, h+ ?8 K; R/ R6 C) d4 _> Shay, run to third!'
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9 L; \, q. K7 G+ n> As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on$ O& }$ y9 q# n) S
> their feet screaming, 'Shay, run home! Run home!' Shay ran to home, stepped6 `" X+ B6 Y2 V+ _
> on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the9 a7 K5 }; T# _& S6 i
> game for his team.- H& P. u# ]# m% ]! j
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> 'That day', said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face,
" U9 S6 e' g" { ]1 A2 `8 @3 Z8 n+ J> 'the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity
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% R# y w1 T. n/ k7 r. {> Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never- P8 \$ A4 T% y/ N/ k. H# q
> forgotten being the hero and making his father so happy, and coming home and; ~- q# h9 l7 q A
> 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 jokes7 o% K% A8 }0 q
> through the e-mail without a second thought, but when it comes to sending
% s! R4 m/ R# c' v) R> messages about life choices, people hesitate. The crude, vulgar, and often$ N' L& G5 k. [, K
> obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion about decency; v: a9 B) X! w1 d' @5 P
> is too often suppressed in our schools and workplaces.
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2 B! n, ?3 F3 z8 z' ?> If you're thinking about forwarding this message, chances are that you're( G# i* u3 [1 o
> probably sorting out the people in your address book who aren't the
- u) X: r6 y( T$ L" l> 'appropriate' ones to receive this type of message. Well, the person who
5 r: M1 o M. g& J( L> sent you this believes that we all can make a difference. We all have8 R- ~3 D; h# J* q" J' }- V% Y7 P6 p. B
> thousands of opportunities every single day to help realize the 'natural W: H/ e9 I5 \2 a* ?) T1 M
> order of things.' So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people, m# W* p( F, H H, U' s
> present us with a choice: Do we pass along a little spark of love and1 `* ]1 [' z: T
> humanity or do we pass up those opportunities and leave the world a little
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> A wise man once said every society is judged by/ U6 a& X6 \9 r! U
> how it treats it's least fortunate amongst them.7 V4 Q: E5 f: x5 d' l: K
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+ L b$ z( e( q+ V1 E. O. l> You now have two choices:
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% y7 k# g( D$ e2 `. V3 x> 2. Forward4 V0 W& k6 l9 s. `
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9 X9 k' ?# [0 d4 @> May your day, be a Shay Day. |
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