Two Choices

This was an email forwarded to me......and was touched by it.....

Two  Choices
What would you do? ....you make the choice. Don't look for a punch
line, there  isn't one. Read it anyway. 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 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.
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!
AND NOW A LITTLE FOOT NOTE 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 hesitate.
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 in your address book who
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
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.
You now have two choices:
1. Delete
2.  Forward
May your day, be a Shay Day.