A Boy Named Shay

This was forwarded to my in an e-mail by one of my friends. Usually when I get forwards they’re these useless things that waste my time. But this story made me and see some hope, basically when ever I see something that’s worth while I’ll post it up here. So if you have time read this story.

“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 (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. His Father watched with 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 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 fi rst
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 his father so happy, and coming
home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!“

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