Subject: Re: [Fwd: FW: Funny but true!]
From: Charles Stevenson (csteven@terraplex.com)
Date: Thu Jun 01 2000 - 16:28:19 MDT
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charles
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> Subject: FW: Funny but true!
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> Date: Wed, 31 May 2000 16:57:43 EDT
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> Subject: Funny but true!
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> This was sent to me by my daughter Shannon and I felt it was worth passing
> on.
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> > >
> > > 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 mainstreamed into conventional
> > > schools.
> > >
> > > At a Chush fundraising dinner, the father of a Chush child delivered
> > > a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended.
> > > After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he cried out,
> > > "Where is the perfection in my son Shaya? 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 Shaya:
> > >
> > > One afternoon, Shaya and his father walked past a park where some
> > > boys Shaya knew were playing baseball. Shaya asked, "Do you think
> > > they will let me play?"
> > >
> > > Shaya's father knew that his son was not at all athletic and that
> > > most boys would not want him on their team. But Shaya's father
> > > understood that if his son was chosen to play it would give him a
> > > comfortable sense of belonging. Shaya's father approached one of the
> > > boys in the field and asked if Shaya 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."
> > > Shaya's father was ecstatic as Shaya smiled broadly. Shaya was told
> > > To put on a glove and go out to play short center field. In the
> bottom
> > > Of the eight inning, Shaya's team scored a few runs but was still
> > behind
> > >
> > > by three. In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shaya's team scored
> again
> > > and now with two outs and the bases loaded with the potential winning
> > > run on base.
> > > Shaya was scheduled to be up. Would the team actually let Shaya bat
> at
> > > this juncture and give away their chance to win the game?
> > > Suprisingly, Shaya was given the bat. Everyone knew that it was all
> > but
> > > impossible because Shaya didn't even know how to hold the bat
> properly,
> > > let alone hit with it. However as Shaya stepped up to the plate,
> the
> > > pitcher moved a few steps to lob the ball in softly so
> > > Shaya should at least be able to make contact.
> > >
> > > The first pitch came and Shaya swung clumsily and missed. One of
> > > Shaya's teammates came up to Shaya 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 Shaya. As
> > > the
> > > pitch came in, Shaya 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. Shaya 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, "Shaya, run to first. Run to first."
> > >
> > > Never in his life had Shaya 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 Shaya, 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." Shaya ran towards
> > > second base as the runners ahead of him deliriously circled the bases
> > > towards home.
> > >
> > > As Shaya reached second base, the opposing short stop ran to him,
> > > turned him in the direction of third base and shouted, "Run to
> > > third."
> > > As Shaya rounded third, the boys from both teams ran behind him
> > > screaming, "Shaya run home." Shaya 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."
> > >
> > > Funny how this is so true and shame on us! Funny how simple it is for
> > > people to trash different ways of living and believing and then
> > > wonder why the world is going to hell.
> > >
> > > Funny how you can send a thousand 'jokes' through e-mail and they
> > > spread like wildfire, but when you start sending messages regarding
> > > life choices, people think twice about sharing.
> > >
> > > Funny how the lewd, crude, vulgar and obscene pass freely through
> > > cyberspace, but the public discussion of morality is suppressed in
> > > the school and workplace.
> > >
> > > Funny isn't it?
> > >
> > > Are you laughing?
> > >
> > > Funny how when you go to forward this message, you will not send it
> > > To many on your address list because you're not sure what they
> believe,
> > > r what they will think of you for sending it to them.
> > >
> > > Funny how I can be more worried about what other people think of me
> > > than what I think of me.
> > >
> > > FUNNY ISN'T IT! >>
> > >
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