Guest guest Posted April 20, 2009 Report Share Posted April 20, 2009 All, please read this story below…truly amazing… Two ChoicesWhat 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.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 thirdbase, 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. 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Guest guest Posted April 21, 2009 Report Share Posted April 21, 2009 Dear Kiran ji, This is the second time I am reading this mail within last 6 months. And this is the second time this story brought out hot tears from my eyes. Bhaskar. , kiran dasaur <kirandasaur wrote: > > > All, please read this story below…truly amazing… >  >  > 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. > > 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. > > 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. > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted April 21, 2009 Report Share Posted April 21, 2009 Dear Kiran Ji, The story is very touchy and it requires lot of emotional toiuch for understanding as well doing the correct thing required in these cases. Thanks for bringing such emotional touchy story in the forum. Sudhanshu Pareek --- On Tue, 21/4/09, kiran dasaur <kirandasaur wrote: kiran dasaur <kirandasaur two choices"jyotish ganga" Tuesday, 21 April, 2009, 12:16 AM All, please read this story below…truly amazing… Two ChoicesWhat 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.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 thirdbase, 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. 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Guest guest Posted April 21, 2009 Report Share Posted April 21, 2009 thanks bhaskarji for posting this story on the group,you know every time I read this story I cry my heart out..I cried yesterday night when I read it before sending it to you and I cried now when i read it again...people like shay, & normal ppl too, spend their lives getting so deeply hurt by all the insensitive people who make the majority of our society..there are only a few who actually step forward to make a difference for them...everyday we hear and watch so much happening around us that we feel helpless...because most of the people are blind and deaf even while having eyes to see and ears to hear because their hearts are closed...the doors to their sensual humane nature are tightly shut...I pray to god to show such people the right path to the true humanity...religion is meant to HAVE FAITH IN THE SUPREME POWER..but we all have made it our EGO QUESTION...don't YOU think so...ppl who follow muslim faith say...all ppl in this world should be muslims......ppl who follow jesus say ...all ppl in this world should be christians....and we say..all ppl in this world should be hindus.... but why do we ever forget that muslims ,christians ,hindus ,and all others are firstly human...whom the supreme power has created in HIS image???WHY HAVE WE LOST OUR HUMAN TOUCH??WHY ARE WE SPREADING HATRED INSTEAD OF LOVE??? there is so much to say...i don't know how you are going to react to this..but I wanted to share what I feel..,,and I can very well take your views ..if you can spare some time from your busy schedule.. PLZ you all DO ponder on this....why don't we pass along a little spark of love and humanity ,why do we pass by those opportunities and leave the world a little bit colder in the process?--- On Mon, 4/20/09, kiran dasaur <kirandasaur wrote: kiran dasaur <kirandasaur two choices"jyotish ganga" Monday, April 20, 2009, 2:46 PM All, please read this story below…truly amazing… Two ChoicesWhat 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.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 thirdbase, 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. Delete2. ForwardMay your day, be a Shay Day. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted April 21, 2009 Report Share Posted April 21, 2009 Dear KiranjiNo doubt a very touching story but for us Jyotish students what is the lesson one takes home from such real life stories?There is always this eternal debate raging what is FREE WILL of an individual and to what extent is he a slave of his DESTINY. This confusion to an extent can be resolved if one cares to absorb such stories for their true import. Such stories or true incidents in your life are ways of your destiny to give you the opportunity to exercise your will in a way that will evolve you spiritually or you will not seize such opportunities and continue to be trapped in your shad ripus thereby further compounding your destiny which sooner or later will make you understand the spiritual purpose of life maybe next time by making you suffer yourself. May the stars of members of this forum shine brightly to always seize such opportunities brought to them thru the agency of its members.GOD BLESSSaumil Trivedi On Tue, Apr 21, 2009 at 9:22 AM, Bhaskar <bhaskar_jyotish wrote: Dear Kiran ji, This is the second time I am reading this mail within last 6 months. And this is the second time this story brought out hot tears from my eyes. Bhaskar. , kiran dasaur <kirandasaur wrote: > > > All, please read this story below…truly amazing… >  >  > 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. > > 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. > > 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. > -- Saumil Trivedi Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted April 21, 2009 Report Share Posted April 21, 2009 I know Trivediji.....bahut martaba hum chook jaate hain...kucchh saal pahele,sirf lack of confidence ki wajah se kucchh baar main kucchh aisi cchoti-cchoti madad karne se chook gayi...aaj peecche mud kar dekhti hoon toh sochti hoon ki kaash main madad kar deti....lekin shaayad unki Destiny thi ki unhe bhugat-na tha...Parantu,samay beetne ke saath aaj main confident hoon...aur jo ban padtaa hai karti hoon ...koi social work nahi...par kisi ke chehre par muskuraahat laa sakoon yehi koshish kar leti hoon..--- On Tue, 4/21/09, SAUMIL TRIVEDI <saumil.trivedi wrote: SAUMIL TRIVEDI <saumil.trivediRe: Re: two choices Date: Tuesday, April 21, 2009, 3:02 AM Dear Kiranji No doubt a very touching story but for us Jyotish students what is the lesson one takes home from such real life stories? There is always this eternal debate raging what is FREE WILL of an individual and to what extent is he a slave of his DESTINY. This confusion to an extent can be resolved if one cares to absorb such stories for their true import. Such stories or true incidents in your life are ways of your destiny to give you the opportunity to exercise your will in a way that will evolve you spiritually or you will not seize such opportunities and continue to be trapped in your shad ripus thereby further compounding your destiny which sooner or later will make you understand the spiritual purpose of life maybe next time by making you suffer yourself. May the stars of members of this forum shine brightly to always seize such opportunities brought to them thru the agency of its members. GOD BLESS Saumil Trivedi On Tue, Apr 21, 2009 at 9:22 AM, Bhaskar <bhaskar_jyotish@ .co. in> wrote: Dear Kiran ji,This is the second time I am reading this mail within last 6 months.And this is the second time this story brought out hot tears from myeyes.Bhaskar., kiran dasaur <kirandasaur@ ...>wrote:>>> All, please read this story below…truly amazing…> Â>  > Two Choices>> What would you do?....you make the choice. Don't look for a punchline, 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 withlearning  disabilities, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. Afterextolling the school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question:>> 'When not interfered with by outside influences, everything naturedoes, is done with perfection. Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things asother children do.> He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is the naturalorder 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 andphysically disabled comes into the world, an opportunity to realize truehuman nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people treatthat child.'>> Then he told the following story:>> Shay and I had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew wereplaying 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 theirteam, but as a father I also understood that if my son were allowed toplay, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and someconfidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.>> I approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not expectingmuch) 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 guesshe can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninthinning.'>> Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, puton a team shirt. I watched with a small tear in my eye and warmth in myheart. The boys saw my joy at my son being accepted.>> In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs butwas still behind by three. In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on aglove 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 wason base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat. At this juncture, dothey let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game?>> Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was allbut impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the batproperly, much less connect with the ball.  However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the other team wasputting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved in a fewsteps 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 softlytowards Shay.>> As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow groundball right back to the pitcher. The game would now be over. The pitcherpicked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to thefirst 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'shead, out of reach of all team mates. Everyone from the stands and bothteams started yelling, 'Shay, run to first!> Run to first!'>> Never in his life had Shay ever run that far, but he made it to firstbase. He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled. Everyoneyelled, 'Run to second, run to second!'>> Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming andstruggling to make it to the base.>> By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder hadthe ball . the smallest guy on their team who now had his first chanceto be the hero for his team.>> He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, buthe understood the pitcher's intentions so he, too, intentionally threwthe ball high and far over the third-baseman's head.>> Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of himcircled the bases toward home.>> All were screaming, 'Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay'. Shay reachedthird base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by turning himin 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 herowho hit the grand slam and won the game for his team>> 'That day', said the father softly with tears now rolling down hisface, 'the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love andhumanity into this world'.>> Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, havingnever forgotten being the hero and making me so happy, and coming homeand 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 secondthought, 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 ourschools and workplaces.>> If you're thinking about forwarding this message, chances are thatyou're probably sorting out the people in your address book who aren'tthe 'appropriate' ones to receive this type of message Well, the personwho sent you this believes that we all can make a difference.>> We all have thousands of opportunities every single day to helprealize the 'natural order of things.'>> So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people present uswith a choice:>> Do we pass along a little spark of love and humanity or do we pass upthose opportunities and leave the world a little bit colder in theprocess?>> A wise man once said every society is judged by how it treats it'sleast fortunate amongst them.>> You now have two choices:>> 1. Delete>> 2. Forward>> May your day, be a Shay Day.> -- Saumil Trivedi Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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