This came in to me as Forwarded eMail from my step-sister. I have no idea who originally wrote it, and no idea where to look for the author. But I offer it to you, my friends, as worthy of being read. Dayonda (I didn’t change anything.)
TWO CHOICESWhat 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?
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:
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?’
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.’
Shay and I had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing
baseball. Shay asked, ‘Doyou think they’ll let me play?’
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…
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.’
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.
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.
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.
ball right back to the pitcher.The game would now be over.The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easilythrown 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 tofirst! 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.
understood the pitcher’s intentions so he, too, intentionally threw the ball
high and far over the third-baseman’s head.
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!’
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.
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.
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 leastfortunate amongst them.You now have two choices:1. Delete2. ForwardMay your day be a Shay Day.
This is a story of the best kind of love: the kind that costs you something.