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 learning-disabled
children, 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,
physically and mentally handicapped 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 his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew
were playing baseball. Shay asked, 'Do you think they'll let me
play?'
Shay's father knew that most of the boys would not want someone like
Shay on their team, but the father also understood that if his 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.
Shay's father 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. His Father watched with a small tear in his eye and
warmth
in his heart. The boys saw the father's joy at his 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 his father 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 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 his father so happy, and coming
home
and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day.
AND NOW A LITTLE FOOTNOTE 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
XOXO
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 learning-disabled
children, 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,
physically and mentally handicapped 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 his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew
were playing baseball. Shay asked, 'Do you think they'll let me
play?'
Shay's father knew that most of the boys would not want someone like
Shay on their team, but the father also understood that if his 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.
Shay's father 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. His Father watched with a small tear in his eye and
warmth
in his heart. The boys saw the father's joy at his 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 his father 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 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 his father so happy, and coming
home
and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day.
AND NOW A LITTLE FOOTNOTE 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
XOXO
