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Seeded from Marc Warnke Family First Entrepreneur on Thu, 02/12/2009 – 17:19
I received this story in my email yesterday and I knew I had to share it with you. It is the only story I have ever read that actually brought tears to my eyes. I read it last night to my 4 year-old. He may still be a little young to have fully understood it, but I believe that every parent should read this to their children. Please take the time to enjoy this incredibly moving story.
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!
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Life is pure, beautiful, genuine, and authentic. A blade of grass has no angst while it is growing. We live in an artificial construct called "society" that beats us, corrals us, imprisons us, and some of us, the very worst of us, transmogrify from fellow prisoners, to sadistic jailers.
As we are lulled into sleep by the “just fit in” crowd. And any of us outliers holding the keys to the prison are snuffed, pushed aside, or culled.
Welp, you cannot keep joy down.
Take a look:
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Want to know how you can control your own world and reality? Be genuine and authentic to others, but verbalize it and let the world know what you think of them it’s easier thank you imagine. . . .
. . . .and by the way, Your awesome!
Please share this with everyone you know and love. Power and courage with grace like this overcomes all!
Wishing you joy,
Tevis
Good Morning All:
I woke up this morning, kind of groggy and needing-coffee-funk.
I found this beautiful attitude changer on the powerful intentions forum
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When I was a little girl my Dad would say, “Tell me the 5 best things that happened today”. He would not let me stop at 3 and he loved my answers no matter what!
I would love to hear everyone’s 5 best things that happened today!
Here are mine
1) I discovered I dropped a pants size! YAY!!!
2) I got back in touch with a wonderful friend!
3) The weather was unbelievable gorgeous!
4) I discovered that my little watermelon-colored leafy plant grew which makes me so happy!!!
5) I had a wonderful moment with my son and my 95 year old grandparents!
Everyone please share!
Love Love Love
Alison
www.mysilpada.com/holden
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The five best things that happened to Tevis today?
1) My son brought me his toy to fix for him
2) Money comes easily and frequently and I am receiving orders on top of orders at k2scuba.com
3) We are going on vacation this weekend, whoo hoo!
4) I dropped a pants size, whoo hoo s’more!
5) The webdesigner I was hoping for got in touch with me!
Please tell me, the 5 best things that happened to YOU today?!
Life is short! In my crazy view of it, it is not what we acquire, nor is it the outward trappings of wealth or opulence.
What really matters is our service to others.
There is a charity that has such a pure mission (see STARS International in a previous blog) that needs to be supported.
Since I am my brother’s keeper and “if not me, then who?”. . . if not now, then when?”
(my altruistic mantra)
I’m going to show the love in an innovative way!
when you come to K2 Scuba to purchase your spiffy dive gear, with of course, great prices and exemplary customer service. . . .
. . . when you check out, if you will remember to put “STARS” or “charity”, “for the kids”, or “your promise” in the comments field; K2 will donate 15% of your purchase to STARS International.
I am my brother’s keeper, and so are you!
Blessed Day,
Tevis
P.S., c’mon pass on the triple latte today and give it to STARS
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