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What would you do? You make the choice! Don't look for a punch

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,
physicallyand 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 wereplaying baseball. Shay asked,"Do you think they'll let me

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

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

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

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

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

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 e-mail 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 Story ,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?

Your Choice...........