Recieved this lovely story in an email from a very dear cousin.Thought it would be wonderful to share.
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 staff he began:
“Dedicated staff “,
‘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 thePlate, 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!
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.
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.
MAY YOUR DAY BE A SHAY DAY….
AND NOW MY TWO PENNY FOOTNOTE:
If not anyone else we can make a difference in the lives of our kids, spouse, siblings, parents, friends or even inlaws. There is nothing wrong in being a bit of a ‘cheat’ just to make some one else happy.
Let me share a secret today in my attempts at such a ‘cheating’.
* Whenever any of my kids would come home upset either by having had a fight with a friend or scolded by a teacher or not having got good grades or for not having been selected in a school’s team I would just let them vent out all their anger and then tell them to relax—which certainly they wouldn’t if they were too upset.
So later in the day I would fake with them that I feel like a kid today and want to play a board game with them—either a scrabble or a checker or even a snakes n ladders.
Most of the times my innocent son would comply to mama’s request and agree to play.
It’s another story that it used to be another task to make my upset daughter to agree to play—she would retort-
“I am upset and you feel like playing today.”
….and my plan would fizzle out miserably.
But innocent as my boy was (no more is), we would sit down playing mostly scrabble and I would deliberately make lousy small words and let make him make the big ones. He would be too excited that,
” Ammi’s English vocabulary is miserable.”
Ultimately he would win and forget all about what had happened earlier in the day.
As a result he grew up thinking he is ‘a scrabble master’ and even did attempt at looking up into the dictionary to make big fat words while playing.
I would be the happiest mother to lose and make him please.
My husband would give me mean looks later and comment—“Happy after doing a fraud with your own child, only if I knew it before—you wouldn’t be here in this house.”
Years passed by and my baby grew up.
After 3-4 years of not having played, last year in a cold, depressing winter day in Canada I told my son, ” It is so boring, how about playing a game of scrabble?”.
A 16 year old shrewd boy that he is now- -he smiled back at me and said:
“Okay Ammi but on one condition—that you will not deliberately lose the game with me today. Now I get why you played scrabble with me when I was a small idiot.”
I actually took it as a challenge and played with him, in with full competitive spirit trying my best to defeat him. Unfortunately, this time I actually lost. But was still as pleased as in the years gone by.
PS—I read it somewhere in a book by Freud that if you want to boost confidence of your child—lose a game with him/her.
MORAL OF THE STORY: It is Freud who is a fraud not ME :))
18 November 2010