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I am supposed to be a self-proclaimed tough guy, and you freaking freaks are just bringing me to tears every freaking day. You are ruining my reputation amongst the goats.

Posted by tennisplanet on May 3, 2008

Sarah

Life Lesson
Carrying on the baseball theme

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 main-streamed into conventional schools. At a Chush
fund-raising dinner, the father of a Chush child delivered a speech that
would never be forgotten by any who attended. After extolling the school and
its dedicated staff, he cried out, “Where is the perfection in my son, Shay?
Everything God does 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 God’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
God brings a child like this into the world, the perfection that he seeks is
in the way people react to this child.”

He then told the following story about his son Shay: One afternoon, Shay and his father 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 his son was not at all athletic and that most boys
would not want him on their team. But Shay’s father understood that if his
son was chosen to play it would give him a comfortable sense of belonging.
Shay’s father approached one of the boys in the field and asked if Shay could
play. The boy looked around for
guidance from his team-mates. Getting none, he took matters into to 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.”

Shay’s father was ecstatic as Shay smiled broadly. Shay was told to put on a
glove and go out to play short center field. In the bottom of the eighth
inning, Shay’s team
scored a few runs but was still behind by three. In the bottom of the ninth
inning, Shay’s team scored again and now with two outs and the bases loaded
with the
potential winning run on base. Shay was scheduled to be up. 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 it was all but
impossible because Shay didn’t even know how to hold the bat properly, let
alone hit with it.
However as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher moved a few steps to lob
the ball in softly so Shay should at least be able to make contact. The
first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed. One of Shay’s
team-mates came up to Shay 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 Shay. As the pitch came in, Shay 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. 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. Everyone started yelling, “Shay, run
to first. Run to first.”
Never in his life had Shay 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 baseman who would
tag out Shay, who was still running. But the right fielder understood what
the pitcher’s intentions were, so he threw the ball high and far over the
third baseman’s head. Everyone yelled, “Run to second, run to second.” Shay
ran towards second base as the runners ahead of him delirious circled the
bases towards home. As Shay reached second base, the opposing short stop ran
to him, turned him in the direction of third base and shouted, “Run to
third.” As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams ran behind him
screaming, “Shay run home.”

Shay 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 God’s perfection.”

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4 Responses to “I am supposed to be a self-proclaimed tough guy, and you freaking freaks are just bringing me to tears every freaking day. You are ruining my reputation amongst the goats.”

  1. sceral said

    Oh, TP. We all know there is a kitten hidden under the lion’s mane!

  2. Bess said

    Doesn’t it make live easier to live when things like this happen.
    My grandfather kept a diary. After he died I was given the diary. One entry finished”…in this vale of tears we call life.”
    We have many choices every day to help others going through this “vale of tears” just like those little boys.
    Thanks for a great story.

  3. Katie said

    Thanks so much for this great story, TP. It’s hard to believe the world’s going to hell when people are acting so selflessly, Why isn’t stuff like this on the news every night?

  4. Anand_101 said

    I’ve read this a few times and I still cried when I got to the end. Really!

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