What would you do?
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 co mes 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
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.< br>
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
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 first20base.
He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and
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 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
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,what will you do?:
May your day, be a Shay Day.
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That was great to read and the end is so definitely true of most of us. I'll definitely forward to everything I can think of GREAT POST!!!!
I'm glad you two sent it on.
But can't help but notice,at this time 280 views of this thread and two great people sent it on.
Makes you think.
2 that you know of
Real or just a story?
I hope that you knew Shay, or is this just a story?
I have seen this before, and passed it on.
It is now coming back arround.
I see stories and such pass through the internet about every 4 years.
I agree that this may just be a story, but it does tug at ones heart strings.
Those who dance, appear insane to those who do not hear the music.
Those who believe, appear ignorant to those who do not know God.
I have a friend who has a special needs son. He bowled in a special olympics tournament and won a " gold" medal. I was told that It was the best day of his life.
There are many storied like this out there. Some are made up and some are true. For the most part it doesn’t matter because it’s the moral of the story that counts. Treat others as you would have them treat you.
Unfortunately bullying is far too common among kids. If you are different you are frequently made fun of or left out. True stories like this are far less common then we would like.
I'll pass it on to my entire contact list. This story would soften even the hardest heart.
Yeah, you are correct.
Originally Posted by Senior Tech