THE SILENT HEROES OF THE WORLD…(a definite tear jerker)
31
Mar

THE SILENT HEROES OF THE WORLD…(a definite tear jerker)

Every now and again, a story comes across my email which is just too amazing  not to share.
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 is 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.  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!
The End.
Although i would like to say one thing more…everything in nature is perfect… those children, that day, were heroically perfect in what they did for little Shay. See!!!  
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