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Hi , ran across this on another list, don't know if it has been here

yet

just to darn good not to share it, heck I am a sucker for a good story.

 

Mace

 

 

billie henry <billiehenry

 

Folks:

Here is a neat little story worth reading, that takes probably 90

seconds

total.

A good perspective on life.

In Brooklyn, New York, Chush is a school that caters to

learning-disabled

children. Some children remain in Chush for their entire school career,

 

while others can be mainstreamed into conventional schools.

At a Chush fundraising dinner, the father of a Chush child delivered a

speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended.

After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he cried out,

"Where is

the perfection in my son Shaya? Everything done in Heaven is done with

perfection. But my child cannot understand things as other children do.

 

My child cannot remember facts and figures as other children do. Where

is

Heaven's perfection?"

The audience was shocked by the question, pained by the father's anguish

and

stilled by the piercing query. "I believe," the father answered, "that

when

Heaven brings a child like this into the world, the perfection that it

seeks

is in the way people react to this child."

He then told the following story about his son Shaya:

One afternoon, Shaya and his father walked past a park where some boys

Shaya

knew were playing baseball.. Shaya asked, "Do you think they will let me

 

play?" Shaya's father knew that his son was not at all athletic and that

 

most boys would not want him on their team. But Shaya's father

understood

that if his son were chosen to play it would give him a comfortable

sense of

belonging.

Shaya's father approached one of the boys in the field and asked if

Shaya

could play. The boy looked around for guidance from his teammates.

Getting none, he took matters into his own hands and said "We are 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 up to bat in the ninth inning."

Shaya's father was ecstatic as Shaya smiled broadly. Shaya was told to

put

on a glove and go out to play short center field. In the bottom of the

eight

inning, Shaya's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three.

In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shaya's team scored again and now

with

two outs and the bases loaded with the potential winning run on base.

Shaya was scheduled to be up. Would the team actually let Shaya bat at

this

juncture and give away their chance to win the game?

Surprisingly, Shaya was given the bat. Everyone knew that it was all but

 

impossible because Shaya didn't even know how to hold the bat properly,

let

alone hit with it. However as Shaya stepped up to the plate, the pitcher

 

moved a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shaya should at least be

able

to make contact.

The first pitch came and Shaya swung clumsily and missed. One of Shaya's

 

teammates came up to Shaya and together they held the bat and faced the

pitcher waiting for the next pitch. The pitcher again took a few steps

forward to toss the ball softly toward Shaya.

As the pitch came in, Shaya and his teammate swung at the ball and

together

they hit a slow ground ball to the pitcher. The pitcher picked up the

soft

grounder and could easily have thrown the ball to the first baseman.

Shaya

would have been out and that would have ended the game.

Instead, the pitcher took the ball and threw it on a high arc to right

field, far beyond reach of the first baseman.

Everyone started yelling, "Shaya, run to first. Run to first." Never in

his

life had Shaya run to first. He scampered down the baseline wide-eyed

and

startled. By the time he reached first base, the right fielder had the

ball.

He could have thrown the ball to the second base man who

would tag out Shaya, who was still running. But the right fielder

understood what the pitchers intentions were, so he threw the ball high

and

far over the Third baseman's head. Everyone yelled, "Run to second, run

to

second." Shaya ran towards second base as the runners ahead of him

deliriously circled the bases towards home. As Shaya reached second

base,

the opposing short stop ran to him, turned him in the direction of third

 

base and shouted, "Run to third." As Shaya rounded third, the boys from

both

teams ran behind him screaming, "Shaya run home." Shaya ran home,

stepped on

home plate and all 18 boys lifted him on their shoulders and made him

the

hero, as he had just hit a "grand slam" and won the game for his team.

"That day," said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face,

 

"those 18 boys reached their level of Heaven's perfection." Funny how

simple

it is for people to trash different ways of living and believing, and

then

wonder why the world is going where it is.

Funny how you can send a thousand 'jokes' through e-mail and they spread

 

like wild fire, but when you start sending messages regarding life

choices,

people think twice about sharing. Funny how the lewd, crude, vulgar and

obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but the public

discussion of morality is suppressed in the school and workplace.

Funny isn't it?

Funny how when you go to forward this message, you will not send it to

many

on your address list because you're not sure what they believe, or what

they

will think of you for sending it to them. Funny how I can be more

worried

about what other people think of me than what I think of

me.

 

WELL I SENT IT TO EVERYONE ON MY LIST!