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TWO CHOICES: What would you do? In my personal life, I have experienced more pain and loss in the past few months than most people have experienced in a lifetime. I have managed to rise above some of the situations and moved on but some have left painful wounds, making the healing process pass by slow. Lessons in LIFE are all around us if we stop our world long enough to see or hear them. Stories, like the one below, remind us that we have choices. Before choices are made, make sure the heart is ready to look beyond the circumstances or situations in life...a deeper meaning and understanding will be discovered, leaving a burning ember behind in our hearts....something to ponder on. "At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves 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 , Shay, can't learn things as other do. He can't understand things as other do. Where is the natural order of things in my ?' The audience was stilled by the query. The father continued. 'I believe that when a 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 .' 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 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 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!" *Note from one reader* "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." *My Note to you* You now have two choices: What would you do?" ~Debbie~  |
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4/18/2009 5:43 am |
What you do unto the least of these you do unto Me." Love and Hugs   P.S. What He don't keep you from, He'll keep you through! Lord, keep one hand on my shoulder and one hand over my mouth!
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3/13/2009 12:52 am |
I always cry crockadile tears at this story, as I am now. can't read it too often.. Thanks, and praying to you in your times of losses. Blessings, R and t   "Love is Patient..."
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I am sorry about your pain and loss. Seems there is a lot of that these days. I pray that God will turn the pain and loss you have experienced into a beautiful miracle. This story is wonderful! Thank you for sharing. GBY-LYS! May God Bless You in ABUNDANCE
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3/12/2009 4:32 pm |
A post that expresses how utterly excuseless we all are- -for being unwilling to understand what Jesus was all about... It's not about US- -It's all about others. We have a lot left to learn. 
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