Wednesday, 12 October 2011

Choices in Life!!! *Two Choices


    *What would you do? 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

    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

    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

    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!


    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

    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

    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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