Fw: One of the best emails I have ever read!!!!

Via my cousin Oliver



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 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’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.
 
 
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   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 least   fortunate amongst them.
 
 
 
You now have two choices:
 
1. Delete
 
2. Forward
  May your day be a Shay Day.
  MAY GOD BLESS   EVERYONE WHO
  DECIDES TO PASS THIS   ON IN      MEMORY OF SHAY…………..

I can relate to this story as my son is Down Syndrome. We were at a company picnic and they were going to play softball. One of the other supervisors said he wasn’t going to play did Jimmy want to walk down with him and watch, which he did. The owner was pitching and Jimmy told Tony to tell him he sucked as a pitcher. Tony said he signs my paycheck, you tell him, Jimmy did and asked if he could play, played and he got a home run.

Please post in entirety and pass on.
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6 Responses to Fw: One of the best emails I have ever read!!!!

  1. A good feelin’ story to start off my day. Thanks, Bob!

    Jimmy’s experience at the company picnic must make this story even more special for you! I hope you, Jimmy & the girls are all doing well.

    MR

    • boudicabpi says:

      I can relate to the story. Yes, doing good. Missed pizza night last night as Kit (works there 1 night a week) hasn’t been feeling well and was out. Her treatment with Jimmy is the only reason we go there. She’s not a waitress but waits on him. We know her from her other job. Liz should be here this weekend, only see her every other week.

  2. K. aka Kel says:

    Fwd and shared on my FB account, Bob. Beautiful…….

  3. Cry and Howl says:

    Geez Bob, what a wonderfully touching story! I’m using my phone for this comment and will try to link to it. Thank you for sharing that.

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