The following short story teaches us the value of those few enjoyable moments in the life of all the Special Children, who simply need a few caring thoughts from the rest of the entire blessed world and nothing else…….
At a fundraising dinner for a school that served children with learning disabilities, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended the event. After praising the school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question:'When not interfered with by any 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………So 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 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. But in the end, 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. 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 a 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. He could have again easily thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he rightly understood the pitcher's intentions and 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'
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 the 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!
That was how few kind hearted boys at the field helped Shay live one of the most memorable days of his short gifted life.
The story emotionally teaches us that in all the busy days of our routine lives, each one of us has thousands of opportunities every single day to help the special people amongst us and realize the 'natural order of things in nature.'
A wise man once said, “Every society is judged by how it treats it's least fortunate amongst them.”
So may we all get the message from this touching story of Shay and………
May your day, be a Shay Day.
(Thanks to Pramod Ji, for sending this truly inspirational story in a mail.)
