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Having a genuine care within your heart and not just in words without actions

 

 This makes you think harder about choices and what really matters. 
  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.
 
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.
 
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