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Heather. Christian. Canadian. February 13, 1988. Petite. Pianist. Singer. Bookworm. Hopeless romantic. Quiet. Friendly. Loves Audrey Hepburn, Pride and Prejudice, Jane Austen, [BBC] costume dramas, Gilmore Girls, Doctor Who, Robin Hood (2006), Relient K, Nickel Creek....
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Date: May 30/08
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what would you have done
what would you have done?
At a fundraising 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 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.
Shay's father approached one of the boys on the field and asked if Shay
could play. The boy looked around for guidance and, getting none, he took
matters into his own hands 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."
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 outfield. 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 to be next at bat. At this juncture, should 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 moved in a few
steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least be able to 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 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 took the ball and turned and
threw the ball on a high arc to right field, far beyond the reach of the first
baseman.
Everyone started yelling, "Shay, run to first! Run to first!" Never in his
life had Shay ever made it to first base. He scampered down the baseline,
wide-eyed and startled; everyone yelled, "Run to second, run to second!"
By the time Shay rounded first base, the right fielder had the ball. He
could have thrown the ball to the second baseman for the tag, but he
understood the pitcher's intentions and intentionally threw the ball high
and far over the third baseman's head. Shay ran toward second base as the
runners ahead of him deliriously circled the bases toward home. Shay
reached
second base, the opposing shortstop ran to him, turned
him in the direction of third base, and shouted, "Run to third!" As Shay
rounded third, the boys from both teams were screaming, "Shay, run home!"
Shay ran to home, stepped on to 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."