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Read this for Shay
i found this on a bubble ruffleseed's ttc user page it almsot brought tears to my eyes
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 pitc her, 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 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 put thousands of jokes
on our userpage without a second thought, but when it comes to putting stories or inspirational quotes
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 control+cing this message, chances are that you're
probably sorting out the people on this website who aren't the "appropriate"
ones to view this type of message, so then you think "I shouldn't put it there". I believe 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. Forget about it.
2. Copy on to your user page, or send to someone else through e-mail/pm
May your day be a Shay Day.
Last edited by tubaplayer55; 08-20-2007 at 02:33 PM.
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