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• A story of Two Choices
  by adgray

  *I actually dropped in to spread this story … think I’ve read it before but when I saw it in an email I decided it should be bubbled ab…

  I actually dropped in to spread this story … think I’ve read it before but when I saw it in an email I decided it should be bubbled about too! / So read at your leisure & enjoy! / [but keep your tissues handy if you’re prone to tear-ing up! :O)] / Chookas! X♥X . 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 to all of you is: Would you have made the same choice? . 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 if Shay could play, not expecting much. 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 put on a team shirt with a broad smile and his Father had 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 ‘cause 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 the other team 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 be able to 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, but 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 head of the first baseman, 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 ran that far but 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 second base. By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball, the smallest guy on their team, who had a chance to be the hero for his team for the first time. He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher’s intentions and 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, the opposing shortstop ran to help him and turned 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 those watching were on their feet were screaming, “Shay, 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 and 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 send thousands of jokes through the email without a second thought, but when it comes to sending messages about life choices, people think twice about sharing. 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 on your address list that 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 that opportunity to brighten the day of those with us the least able, 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. Ignore / 2. Spread the goodness! . May your day, be a Shay Day – sunny today tomorrow & always! . Chookas! X♥X .

• Choose Life . . . Featured in Inspiring Greeting Cards
  by Bonnie Taylor Barry

  I am so grateful to Inspiring Greeting Cards group for featuring “Choose Life”! This photo and message mean a great deal to me, so this f…

  I am so grateful to Inspiring Greeting Cards group for featuring “Choose Life”! This photo and message mean a great deal to me, so this feature comes with added blessings that it means something to others too. I am very grateful to the group for choosing this image to highlight it in this special way. God bless!

• Why?
  by missheels

  Why? I wonder – do I sit and wait for things to happen around me? There are so many aspects of my life that I should have under contr…

  Why? I wonder – do I sit and wait for things to happen around me? There are so many aspects of my life that I should have under control – and yet I do not, and those that should not be scrutinised – and yet they continue to be. Aspects of my life and those around me over which we have no control, and choice becomes not an option… remain positive. Don’t dwell on that which you cannot change, yet embrace that which you can. Love those closest your heart, embrace those who hold your soul and laugh hardest with those who make you cry the saddest tears, for we are here but once. Love. For somebody will always love you back.

• Fashion vs Documentary
  by Alexandra Donnelly

  I’m trying to get away from it (or am I?) but it seems to not want to leave: to me it’s creating a fantasy; to my teacher it’s fashion. ...

  I’m trying to get away from it (or am I?) but it seems to not want to leave: to me it’s creating a fantasy; to my teacher it’s fashion. / Really, what I want is to get into documentary photography; creating a story behind the image. / I don’t want to admit my photography is shallow. But then my photography has always been about capturing beauty, something which, visually, is only skin deep… Isn’t it? / Damnations, give me some names!!

• Why I Choose Art
  by Jenny Wright

  For many, I suppose, the choice to create art feels much more like an obligation than a choice. Some tiny flame that burned inside the ar…

  For many, I suppose, the choice to create art feels much more like an obligation than a choice. Some tiny flame that burned inside the artist wished to be a blazing fire, and it was only fueled by expression, and once the artist began to make the flame burn brighter, they felt more complete. At least, such is the case with me. Intimated at first by the camera in my hand, I felt small, but once I began to produce something that I and others enjoyed I felt larger than I ever had. Perhaps selfishly I choose art because I need that validation in my life. But mostly, I choose art because I have this need to give something to those who give so much to me. All of my life I have been battling illness, and within the last year I was given the diagnosis of Crohn’s disease. Finally, I have a name to put to the everyday struggle I have endured for so long. For such a long time I have felt like a burden to the ones I love. Constantly needing physical, financial and emotional support, becomes tiresome, and I often feel guilty for being the center of so many people’s live, sucking up their identity and melding it with my own. I’m sure that anyone with a chronic illness can relate. With the physical and financial inability to contribute to society in a positive manner, I, for a long time, felt like nothing more than a black hole – sucking up energy everywhere I was – a waste of space. I needed to be productive. I needed to contribute to society. I especially needed to give something back to those who have given me so much. And it was with that first compliment on a photograph, and that first smile I saw across my loved ones faces, that I knew art would be the gateway for this. When I see my husband or mother’s face light up at the sight of a piece of art I have created, I feel as though I have given back to them what I felt I had taken away. Knowing that with a click of a camera or a touch of a pencil to paper I can bring joy into someone’s life, is the ultimate satisfaction for me. This Christmas, I gave my mother a drawing I had created of the two of us “Mommy and Me”. When she opened the gift, she put her hand over her mouth and began to cry tears of joy. It is is those moments that I know why I do this. Perhaps there are other reasons, some more superficial, or some even deeper, but knowing that my art can contribute positively in someone’s life, will always be the fuel to my fire.