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Email story that is going around. “Two Choices” Most corny, and corniest story on the internet.

This is a good email to read to you kids or let you kids read — and then you should jump off a building because this stupid shit has been going around the net and it is a total lie — !!!!!!!
 
*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 the others 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 ! 
 
 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. 
 
 You now have two choices: 
 
 1. Delete 
 2. Forward 
 
 May your day, be a Shay Day.*

1 Comment
  1. Very nice story and shows people are amazing at times.

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