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Two choices


What would you do?....you make the choice. Don't look for a punch
line,
there isn't one.

Read it anyway. My question is: Would you have made the same choice?



At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves children with
learning
disabilities, the father of one of the students delivered a speech
that
would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the
school
and its

Dedicated staff, he offered a question:

'When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature
does, is
done with perfection.

Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot
understand things as other children do.

Where is the natural order of things in my son?'


The audience was stilled by the query.


The father continued... 'I believe that when a child like Shay, who
was
mentally and physically disabled comes into the world, an opportunity
to
realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way
other
people treat that child.'

Then he told the following story:


Shay and I had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were
playing
baseball... Shay asked, 'Do you think they'll let me play?' I knew that
most
of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but as a
father
I also understood that if my son were allowed to play, it would give
him a
much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by
others
in spite of his handicaps.


I approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not expecting
much) if
Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and said, 'We're
losing
by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on
our
team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning.'

Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on
a
team shirt. I watched with a small tear in my eye and warmth in my
heart.
The boys saw my joy at my son being accepted.

In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but
was
still behind by three.

In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the
right
field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic
just to
be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as I waved
to him
from the stands.

In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again.

Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was
on
base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat.


At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to
win the
game?

Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all
but
impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly,
much
less connect with the ball.


However, as Shay stepped up to the

Plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the other team was putting
winning
aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved in a few steps to lob the
ball
in softly so Shay could at least make contact.

The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed.

The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly
towards
Shay.

As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground
ball
right back to the pitcher.


The game would now be over.

The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown
the
ball to the first baseman.

Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game.


Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's
head, out
of reach of all team mates.

Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, 'Shay, run to
first!

Run to first!'

Never in his life had Shay ever run that far, but he made it to first
base.

He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.


Everyone yelled, 'Run to second, run to second!'

Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and
struggling to make it to the base.

B y the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had
the
ball. The smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to be
the
hero for his team.

He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but
he
understood the pitcher's intentions so he, too, intentionally threw the
ball
high and far over the third-baseman's head.

Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him
circled
the bases toward home.


All were screaming, 'Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay'


Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him
by
turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, 'Run to
third!

Shay, run to third!'


As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators,
were on
their feet screaming, 'Shay, run home! Run home!'

Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero
who hit
the grand slam and won the game for his team


'That day', said the father softly with tears now rolling down his
face,
'the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and
humanity
into this world'.


Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having
never
forgotten being the hero and making me so happy and coming home and
seeing
his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!


AND NOW A LITTLE FOOT NOTE TO THIS STORY:

We all send thousands of jokes through the e-mail without a second
thought,
but when it comes to sending messages about life choices, people
hesitate.

The crude, vulgar, and often obscene pass freely through cyberspace,
but
public discussion about decency is too often suppressed in our schools
and
workplaces.


If you're thinking about forwarding this message, chances are that
you're
probably sorting out the people in your address book who aren't the
'appropriate' ones to receive this type of message Well, the person
who
sent you this believes that we all can make a difference.

We all have thousands of opportunities every single day to help realize
the
'natural order of things.'

So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people present us
with a
choice:

Do we pass along a little spark of love and humanity or do we pass up
those
opportunities and leave the world a little bit colder in the process?


A wise man once said every society is judged by how it treats it's
least
fortunate amongst them.


You now have two choices:

1. Delete

2. Forward


May your day, be a Shay Day.