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VISITING
AUTHOR/EDITOR ARTICLE
MAY
2009
 
Submitted by
Sharlene
Thornton
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 allow ed 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, when
but 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
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