Guest guest Posted April 11, 2011 Report Share Posted April 11, 2011 I have gotten this email before but I wanted to share it with you guys because it reminds me of my son every time!! he has Aspergers and Primary Immune Def as well so he suffers with a lot of health problems as well...but he LOVES baseball (actually obsesses over it) and is playing on a team this year. The first practice it didn't appear he was going to be accepted by the coach and other players to well...we were wrong...They have really accepted Jake and taken him under their wings and even given him his favorite position of catcher which he is pretty good at! This team and players have been a blessing but here is the email : 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! Misty Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted April 11, 2011 Report Share Posted April 11, 2011 Oh how beautiful...sad but beautiful! j "In the Midst of Difficulty lies Opportunity" Albert Einstein Success is not measured by one's position but by the obstacles one has overcome to obtain that position From: mistycmathis <mistycmathis@...> Sent: Mon, April 11, 2011 12:07:49 PMSubject: ( ) Tear Jerker I have gotten this email before but I wanted to share it with you guys because it reminds me of my son every time!! he has Aspergers and Primary Immune Def as well so he suffers with a lot of health problems as well...but he LOVES baseball (actually obsesses over it) and is playing on a team this year. The first practice it didn't appear he was going to be accepted by the coach and other players to well...we were wrong...They have really accepted Jake and taken him under their wings and even given him his favorite position of catcher which he is pretty good at! This team and players have been a blessing but here is the email :Two ChoicesWhat 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 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 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 treatthat 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. Theboys 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 theplate, the pitcher, recognizing that the other team wasputting 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!Misty Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted April 12, 2011 Report Share Posted April 12, 2011 I've seen this before, but it makes me tear up every time I read it. I'm sitting at my desk now trying not to cry! Thanks for sharing this; I needed this little bit of inspiration this morning. > > I have gotten this email before but I wanted to share it with you guys because it reminds me of my son every time!! he has Aspergers and Primary Immune Def as well so he suffers with a lot of health problems as well...but he LOVES baseball (actually obsesses over it) and is playing on a team this year. The first practice it didn't appear he was going to be accepted by the coach and other players to well...we were wrong...They have really accepted Jake and taken him under their wings and even given him his favorite position of catcher which he is pretty good at! This team and players have been a blessing but here is the email : > 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! > > > Misty > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted April 12, 2011 Report Share Posted April 12, 2011 This totally made me cry too!! This actually reminds me of my son with the neighbor boys last night. He wants to play with them so bad, but he doesn't know how. He has known these boys all his life, but as they have gotten older, he has been accepted less. They are all very athletic and he is very awkward. He has been going out and standing at the edge of the yard just watching, not knowing what to say or do. Sunday he asked if he could play, but then asked, " what do I say again " .Breaks my heart. Anyway, he finally got included last night and actually played with them for awhile. They were not being so majorly competative (as they usually are) and were letting him get bals in the " outfield " , even though he is slow. The older boy was helping him and I heard him tell my son, " good job, you helped me get him out " . Then, when he was 1st up to batn they did the same thing as in the email. They kept making bad throws and were all cheering him on. They let him get 5 home runs in a row It was especially touching because these boys (brothers) have not always been so nice to him. Maybe they are growing uip or maybe their parents talked to them (I hears their Mom ask them numerous times if they were including my son), but either way, my son felt good and included. When I get a chance, I want to make sure to tell the oldest how much it means to my son and I both.... > > > > I have gotten this email before but I wanted to share it with you guys because it reminds me of my son every time!! he has Aspergers and Primary Immune Def as well so he suffers with a lot of health problems as well...but he LOVES baseball (actually obsesses over it) and is playing on a team this year. The first practice it didn't appear he was going to be accepted by the coach and other players to well...we were wrong...They have really accepted Jake and taken him under their wings and even given him his favorite position of catcher which he is pretty good at! This team and players have been a blessing but here is the email : > > 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! > > > > > > Misty > > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted April 12, 2011 Report Share Posted April 12, 2011 That is awesome. I love hearing real life stories like that. :)Suzanne (in Mi)Sent on the Sprint® Now Network from my BlackBerry®From: "cmt263" <gina9431@...>Sender: Date: Tue, 12 Apr 2011 14:21:41 -0000< >Reply Subject: ( ) Re: Tear Jerker This totally made me cry too!! This actually reminds me of my son with the neighbor boys last night. He wants to play with them so bad, but he doesn't know how. He has known these boys all his life, but as they have gotten older, he has been accepted less. They are all very athletic and he is very awkward. He has been going out and standing at the edge of the yard just watching, not knowing what to say or do. Sunday he asked if he could play, but then asked, " what do I say again " .Breaks my heart. Anyway, he finally got included last night and actually played with them for awhile. They were not being so majorly competative (as they usually are) and were letting him get bals in the " outfield " , even though he is slow. The older boy was helping him and I heard him tell my son, " good job, you helped me get him out " . Then, when he was 1st up to batn they did the same thing as in the email. They kept making bad throws and were all cheering him on. They let him get 5 home runs in a row It was especially touching because these boys (brothers) have not always been so nice to him. Maybe they are growing uip or maybe their parents talked to them (I hears their Mom ask them numerous times if they were including my son), but either way, my son felt good and included. When I get a chance, I want to make sure to tell the oldest how much it means to my son and I both....> >> > I have gotten this email before but I wanted to share it with you guys because it reminds me of my son every time!! he has Aspergers and Primary Immune Def as well so he suffers with a lot of health problems as well...but he LOVES baseball (actually obsesses over it) and is playing on a team this year. The first practice it didn't appear he was going to be accepted by the coach and other players to well...we were wrong...They have really accepted Jake and taken him under their wings and even given him his favorite position of catcher which he is pretty good at! This team and players have been a blessing but here is the email :> > 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!> > > > > > Misty> >> Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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