What would you do if you have to make choices.? Don't
look for a punch line, there isn't one. I don't know where this story originated but it sure does captured my heart and my tears went rolling down after reading this, so i must say "Read it anyway". A good story that is really worth sharing. My question is: Would
you have made the same choice as i did?
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 FB 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 SHARING OR TAGGING 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. Ignore
2.
Forward
May
your day, be a Shay Day.