Turns out I've been blogging a lot longer than I thought! I have more
than one email and found blogs connected to some of them. I'd like to
clean things up but they aren't book related so what am I supposed to
do? :-) I'm hoping to find something to tie the weirdness together as a
header. . . for now, you'll be reading this over and over and over . . .
this one is actually an email from 2009 and it's a little long. um, you might need a tissue . . .
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?
Two Choices
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.
By 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.
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