A Story, Worth
This is a great story
with a great message. Enjoy!
At a fundraising dinner for a
school that serves learning-disabled
children, the father of one of the
school's 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. "Everything God
does is done with perfection. Yet,
my son, Shay, cannot learn things
as other children do. He
cannot understand things as the children do.
Where is God's plan
reflected in my son?"
The audience was stilled by the
query. The father continued. "I believe,"
the father answered, "that
when God brings a child like Shay into the
world, an opportunity to realize
the Divine Plan presents itself. And it
comes in the way people treat that
Then, he told the following story:
Shay and I walked past a park where
some boys Shay knew were
playing baseball. Shay asked,
"Do you think they will let me play?
Shay's father knew that most
boys would not want him on their team.
But the father understood that if
his son were allowed to play it would
give him a much needed sense of
Shay's father approached one of the
boys on the field and asked if
Shay 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. In the bottom of the eighth
inning, Shay's team scored a few
runs but was still behind by three.
At the top of the ninth inning, Shay
put on a glove and played in the outfield.
Although no hits came his way, he
was obviously ecstatic just to be 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. Shay was
scheduled to be the next at-bat. Would the
team actually let Shay bat at this
juncture 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 moved
a few steps closer to lob the ball in
softly so Shay could at least be
able to 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 toward Shay. As the pitch
in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball to the
pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could easily have
thrown the ball to the
first baseman. Shay 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.
started yelling, "Shay, run to first. Run
Never in his
life had Shay ever made it to first base. He scampered
down the baseline,
wide-eyed and startled. Everyone yelled, "Run to
second, run to second!"
By the time Shay was rounding first base, the
right fielder had the ball.
He could have thrown the ball to
baseman for a tag. But the
right fielder understood what the pitcher's
intentions had been, so he
threw the ball high and far over the third
baseman's head. Shay ran
towards second base as the runners ahead of him deliriously
bases towards home. As Shay reached second base, the
shortstop ran to him, turned him in the direction of
third base, and
shouted, "Run to third!" As Shay rounded third, the boys
teams were screaming, "Shay! Run home!" Shay
ran home, stepped on
home plate and was cheered as the hero, for hitting a
and winning the game for the team.
"That day," said the
father softly, with tears now rolling down his face,
"the boys from both teams
helped bring a piece of the Divine Plan into
And now, a footnote to the
Messages regarding life choices,
and the public discussion of decency
are all too often suppressed.
We all have thousands of opportunities,
so many seemingly trivial
interactions between two people present us
with a choice: Do we pass along a
spark of the Divine? Or do we pass
up that opportunity, and leave the
world a bit colder in the process?
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