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A story that gave me hope in mankind....no dry eyes


Korupt Karl

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TwoChoices

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 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 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'tmake 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!

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YUP!!!!

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That is true love from all of the other kids.I read it a few year ago to my grandson and him and I both cried.

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We need more of this in our world, especially now. ^_^ Hero's are always needed, everyone there that day was in their own little way a hero, especially Shay, and the boys he played with... ;)

 

Sometimes all people need is a jump start once in awhile to remember how to be human. :)

 

Spades H.

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