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      What would you do?

      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, 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 '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!

      AND, NOW A LITTLE FOOTNOTE 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 think twice about sharing. 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 on your address list that 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 that opportunity to brighten the day of those
      with us the least able, 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,sunny today tomorrow & always!
      Every dog has his day.

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      Pardon me, but that is one goddamn long post.

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      i'll take jokes over corny guilt-trips any day of the week. i guess i'm a brute and a dolt and an immoral bastard.

      so a bear walks into a bar and says "can i get a....

      ....


      ...a beer"

      then the bartender looks up and asks "why the big pause/paws?"

      :mrgreen:
      clear eyes. strong hands.

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