Fw: Would you have done the same?

[Guest guest]

This has been around for a very long time, but this is the first time I've

seen this 'take' on it!!

This is NOT a Joke.

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 fund raising 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 (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 benc h and, with a broad smile, put on a

team shirt. His Father watched with 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

led 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 s tands 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 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 hesitate. The crude, vulgar, and often

obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion about decency

is too often suppressed in our 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

Have a Great Shay Day and a wonderful 2008!!

[Guest guest]

This is one of the most beautiful messages I have seen.

Deborah

Shirley & Ted Semesky wrote:

This has been around for a very long time, but this is the first time

I've

seen this 'take' on it!!

This is NOT a Joke.

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 fund raising 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 (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 benc h and, with a broad smile, put on a

team shirt. His Father watched with 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

led 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 s tands 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 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 hesitate. The crude, vulgar, and often

obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion about decency

is too often suppressed in our 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

Have a Great Shay Day and a wonderful 2008!!

---------------------------------

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[Guest guest]

A very touching tale, I cried buckets

To: polymicrogyria@...: deborah_baccan@...: Sat, 5 Jan

2008 17:51:36 -0800Subject: Re: Fw: Would you have done the

same?

This is one of the most beautiful messages I have seen.DeborahShirley & Ted

Semesky wrote:This has been around for a very long time,

but this is the first time I've seen this 'take' on it!!This is NOT a Joke.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 fund

raising 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 itsdedicated 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 myson? " 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 toplay, 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 (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. Iguess 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 benc h and, with a broad smile, put on a team shirt. His Father watched

with 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 wasobviously 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 thebases loaded,

the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled led 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 s tands and both teams started yelling, " Shay, run to

first! Run to first! " Never in his life hadShay 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,

Shayawkwardly 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 thesecond-baseman for the

tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions sohe, too, intentionally threw

the ball high and far over the third-baseman's head. Shay ran toward third base

deliriously as therunners 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 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 sendingmessages about life choices, people

hesitate. The crude, vulgar, and oftenobscene pass freely through cyberspace,

but public discussion about decency is too often suppressed in our 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 twopeople 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 alittle 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. Delete2. ForwardHave a Great Shay Day and a wonderful

2008!!---------------------------------Be a better friend, newshound, and

know-it-all with Yahoo! Mobile. Try it now.[Non-text portions of this message

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