Bernard Siow's forwarded email

Had to pass this one on. Its such a nice story and it may prompt a kindness of the same from us.

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.

B y 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.