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[size=21]Dear All,
A very nice mail a friend sent me.

Lending a helping hand to the most unfortunate ones is at times the most difficult act for the fortunate ones....why....???

This is meant for all genuine human beings......Read it till the end.....PLEASE..

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 learning-disabled
children, 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, physically
and mentally handicapped 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 his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were
playing baseball. Shay asked, 'Do you think they'll let me play?'
Shay's father knew that most of the boys would not want someone like
Shay on their team, but the father also understood that if his 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.

Shay's
father 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. His Father watched with a small tear in his eye and warmth
in his heart. The boys saw the father's joy at his 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 his father 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 base man'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 pitchers
intentions so he, too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over
the third-base man'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 his father so happy, and coming
home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!

AND
NOW A LITTLE FOOTNOTE 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 cyber space, 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.

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touching...really nice...

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yea... very nice...

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really nice

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Hey Candy really a very nice nd touching story......thumbs up!!!!

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hey candy its really nice