A little bit of humility and compassion

[RuadRauFlessa]

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 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.

B y 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.

H e 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:
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.

[ryanrich]

Awesome read dude...

[IcePick88]

Heart warming story. Very good.

[jee]

this should b in hte Ward...

it touches places.

ta huns

[hamin_aus]

TL;DR
Obviously fictional chain mail.

[IcePick88]

TL;DR
Obviously fictional chain mail.

Yeah maybe, but still, people want to believe there is still good people out there. That humanity still has compassion for others. It might inspire a few people to change their ways. Instead of just staring at the begger, give him something. You might never know if that is God testing you.

[jee]

agreed jamin - i thought it might have been fiction too - but the crux of the matter is that one should think about what that little story is trying to tell. Call it a fable.
It might even be a fairy tale. Call it a wish.

[RuadRauFlessa]

It is fiction and I know it as such cuz kids are never that thoughtfull or nice. But would it not have been refreshing if it was true.

[po10cy]

very nice read, makes you stop and think about how just the little acts of kindness that might not matter to you could mean everything to someone else and make a big difference in their life.

[Tribble]

It is fiction and I know it as such cuz kids are never that thoughtfull or nice. But would it not have been refreshing if it was true.

I beg to differ. I know many children who are thoughtful, generous and kind.

[RuadRauFlessa]

It is fiction and I know it as such cuz kids are never that thoughtfull or nice. But would it not have been refreshing if it was true.

I beg to differ. I know many children who are thoughtful, generous and kind.

Aahhhhh Tribble, you can stop talking about your inner child for the moment

[justinufo]

Nice read.

[Ron2K]

this should b in hte Ward...

I think so too. Moved.

[DeathStrike]

TL;DR
Obviously fictional chain mail.

i got this message long ago. but its very good i must admit. even i forwarded it on.

[lancelot]

Nice one.

[beerman]

Fiction or not .. the story had me wondering whether I would have done the same as that pitcher ...

[Tribble]

It is fiction and I know it as such cuz kids are never that thoughtfull or nice. But would it not have been refreshing if it was true.

I beg to differ. I know many children who are thoughtful, generous and kind.

Aahhhhh Tribble, you can stop talking about your inner child for the moment

You are too complimentary - my inner child is a problem child.

Nope - I was talking about actual children.

[RiaX]

Fiction or not .. the story had me wondering whether I would have done the same as that pitcher ...

I would've done the same as the pitcher....

[ArmatageShanks]

This kind of stuff always, ahem... chokes me up.

[hamin_aus]

This kind of stuff always, ahem... chokes me up.

It does absolutely nothing for me.

I only read the first paragraph of the OP, so I have no idea what the pitcher did... but if he laughed uncontrollably at all the gullible saps who read this mail and got all emotional... then he's the man!