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Two Choices (Long Story But Worth The Read)

Discussion in 'The Attic' started by GGW Laurie, Dec 27, 2009.

    Dec 27, 2009
  1. GGW Laurie

    GGW Laurie Dormant account

    Self Employed
    In the Beautiful South !!
    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 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.The game would now be over.

    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 toward 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!


    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 its least fortunate amongst them.

    You now have two choices:

    1. Delete

    2. Forward

    May your day be a Shay Day
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  2. Dec 27, 2009
  3. SlotMonster

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    Forward, forward, forward to ALL my friends and relatives!!!!!!!
    Thanks laurie, this is an incredible story showing us who we should be! :notworthy
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  4. Dec 28, 2009
  5. ksech

    ksech Dormant account

    Every time I read this story I get a tear in my eye. I have passed it on time and again as I feel the message it gives is so compassionate. Thank you Laurie, for reminding us that this is the time of year when most of humanity gives the most. Not just in money, but in time. It's too bad that many will put away their charitable side until next year, giving should be a year round effort.
    I know several Downs children, and let me tell you, every success for them is a huge victory. To a "normal" person it may not mean anything, but to them it is the world. One young man I know, I always was picking on him about the fact that one day he would be able to pick me up to give me a hug. He's kind of shy, but the day came when I saw him and he had grown about 3 inches. The first thing he did was run over to me, pick me and hugged me for all it was worth. He had the biggest smile on his face you could ever imagine. Simplicity at it's best, but what a joy too!
    Thank you again Laurie for sharing this wonderful story!
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  6. Dec 28, 2009
  7. classymom

    classymom Registered

    Customer Service
    Port St lucie Florida
    That was a sweet story - I copied and sent to my address book. :D
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