"In the beginning"


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Friday, April 21, 2006

Shay's Story

Look I know I’ve posted this before and we all ran out of Kleenex, but I just got
it again as an email, and if I’m cryin’ so are you !!!

Shay’s Story

What would you do? You make the choice! Don't look for a punch line; There
isn't one! Read it anyway. My question to all of you is: Would you have made
the same choice?

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, 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 if Shay
could play, not expecting much. 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 put on a team shirt with a broad
smile and his Father had 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, Shays
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 'cause 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 the other
team 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 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 game would now be over, but 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 head of the first baseman
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 ran that far but 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 second base. By the time Shay rounded towards
second base, the right fielder had the ball, the smallest guy on their team,
who had a chance to be the hero for his team for the first time. He could
have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood
the pitcher's intentions and 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, the opposing shortstop ran to help him and turned
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 those watching
were on their feet were screaming, "Shay, 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 and 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!


Abandoned in Pasadena said...

What humanity those boys showed...I had tears rolling down my cheeks as I finished reading this delightful post.

I had never read it before although you said it was on its way around again. Thank you for that lovely post.

Ivy the Goober said...

Well, ya made me cry, too, Peter! What a wonderful story :)

JunieRose2005 said...

A wonderful story, Peter.

I like to believe the world is, often, that way!


Craig 'n' Jen said...

What a beautiful story ... it had tears running down my cheeks.

OldHorsetailSnake said...

Sure woulda been fun -- if it had happened.

bornfool said...

Thanks, friend. I've got tears rolling down my face and there are inmates around.

Ms. Vickie said...

I love that story every time I hear it. Thank you for sharing it again, Peter.

I think there are more of these people out there than we know. You are one of
them and I am glad to call you my friend. Have a nice weekend.

Cliff Morrow said...

A timeless story indeed Peter. Thanks again.

driven2it said...

My own child is disabled, and so as I read your post I thought of him, and the challenges he has faced in life. You're a wonderful writer. I'm just a stranger passing through who wanted to tell you how much I enjoyed reading your blog.

LZ Blogger said...

Peter ~ Very touching story! ~ jb///

Jamie Dawn said...

What a heartwarming story.
As a parent, I would have been crying my eyes out.
Those other boys showed true kindness.
I wish more people were that kind, especially kids who seem to be getting more and more greedy and self-centered.

Meow said...

Beautiful story, Peter.
I've been looking at all your photos ... they are great. We should compare Cape York stories ... your photos are cool.
Thank you for sharing.
Take care, Meow