Subj: Shay Plays Baseball (S478)
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
if Shay could play, not expecting much. 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, put on a team shirt
with a broad smile and his Father had 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 'cause 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
the other team 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 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 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, but 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 head of the
first baseman, 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 ran that far but
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 second base. By the time Shay
rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball, the
smallest guy on their team, who had a chance to be the hero for
his team for the first time. He could have thrown the ball to
the second-baseman for the tag, but he 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. As Shay neared third base, the opposing shortstop ran to
help him and turned him in the direction of third base, and
shouted, "Run to third! Shay, run to third ! "
All were screaming, "Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay"
As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams and those
watching were on their feet were screaming, "Shay, 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 and 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!
May your day, be a Shay Day, sunny today tomorrow & always!
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Most excellent,This made my day.Today will be a Shay day.
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Incredible story, Rapunzel
Thanks for sharing it. :-6
Thanks for sharing it. :-6
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Rapunzel;488207 wrote: Subj: Shay Plays Baseball (S478)
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
if Shay could play, not expecting much. 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, put on a team shirt
with a broad smile and his Father had 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 'cause 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
the other team 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 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 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, but 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 head of the
first baseman, 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 ran that far but
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 second base. By the time Shay
rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball, the
smallest guy on their team, who had a chance to be the hero for
his team for the first time. He could have thrown the ball to
the second-baseman for the tag, but he 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. As Shay neared third base, the opposing shortstop ran to
help him and turned him in the direction of third base, and
shouted, "Run to third! Shay, run to third ! "
All were screaming, "Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay"
As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams and those
watching were on their feet were screaming, "Shay, 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 and 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!
May your day, be a Shay Day, sunny today tomorrow & always!
I am a blubbering twit right now. Excellent story Rap. The things we take for granted with our healthy chidren, right?:o
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
if Shay could play, not expecting much. 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, put on a team shirt
with a broad smile and his Father had 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 'cause 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
the other team 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 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 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, but 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 head of the
first baseman, 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 ran that far but
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 second base. By the time Shay
rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball, the
smallest guy on their team, who had a chance to be the hero for
his team for the first time. He could have thrown the ball to
the second-baseman for the tag, but he 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. As Shay neared third base, the opposing shortstop ran to
help him and turned him in the direction of third base, and
shouted, "Run to third! Shay, run to third ! "
All were screaming, "Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay"
As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams and those
watching were on their feet were screaming, "Shay, 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 and 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!
May your day, be a Shay Day, sunny today tomorrow & always!
I am a blubbering twit right now. Excellent story Rap. The things we take for granted with our healthy chidren, right?:o
[FONT=Arial Black]I hope you cherish this sweet way of life, and I hope you know that it comes with a price.
~Darrel Worley~
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Bullet's trial was a farce. Can I get an AMEN?????
We won't be punished for our sins, but BY them.
~Darrel Worley~
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Bullet's trial was a farce. Can I get an AMEN?????
We won't be punished for our sins, but BY them.
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There's an interesting question associated with this post. It's a modified version of a story by Rabbi Paysach Krohn, entitled "Perfection at the Plate" in his 1999 book, Echoes of the Maggid.
The original starts: "In Brooklyn, New York, Chush is a school that caters to learning-disabled children. Some children remain in Chush for their entire school careers, while others can be mainstreamed into conventional Jewish schools. There are a few children who attend Chush for most of the week and go to a regular school on Sundays" and relates that "Shaya attends Chush throughout the week and a boy's yeshiva (Torah institute) on Sundays. One Sunday afternoon, Shaya and his father came to the yeshiva as his classmates were playing baseball".
The question is: why have all the Jewish references in a true story told by a Rabbi about a boy initially called Shaya been removed?
The original starts: "In Brooklyn, New York, Chush is a school that caters to learning-disabled children. Some children remain in Chush for their entire school careers, while others can be mainstreamed into conventional Jewish schools. There are a few children who attend Chush for most of the week and go to a regular school on Sundays" and relates that "Shaya attends Chush throughout the week and a boy's yeshiva (Torah institute) on Sundays. One Sunday afternoon, Shaya and his father came to the yeshiva as his classmates were playing baseball".
The question is: why have all the Jewish references in a true story told by a Rabbi about a boy initially called Shaya been removed?
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When flower power came along I stood for Human Rights, marched around for peace and freedom, had some nooky every night - we took it serious. [Fred Wedlock, "The Folker"]
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When flower power came along I stood for Human Rights, marched around for peace and freedom, had some nooky every night - we took it serious. [Fred Wedlock, "The Folker"]
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Wendybird;488318 wrote: Why spoil a good story spot? Let it be babes. Let us enjoy it for what it means. Humankind has a good side. Let us enjoy it without getting into why's and hows. :-6The Rabbi told the story with exactly that intention, to show that Humankind has a good side. It just happened to be a Jewish story. I'm intrigued as to why that should have distressed anyone so much that they'd rewrite it to excise the references. I find it far more of a good story to discover that its truth is vouched for by a man of God, myself.
Nullius in verba ... ☎||||||||||| ... To Fate I sue, of other means bereft, the only refuge for the wretched left. ... Hold no regard for unsupported opinion.
When flower power came along I stood for Human Rights, marched around for peace and freedom, had some nooky every night - we took it serious. [Fred Wedlock, "The Folker"]
Who has a spare two minutes to play in this month's FG Trivia game! ... My other OS is Slackware.
When flower power came along I stood for Human Rights, marched around for peace and freedom, had some nooky every night - we took it serious. [Fred Wedlock, "The Folker"]
Who has a spare two minutes to play in this month's FG Trivia game! ... My other OS is Slackware.
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tHIS WAS A GOOD STORY. MADE ME CRY......
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Wendybird;488335 wrote: Don't care!
This is a story to warm the cockles of every heart.Wendy, I'm not arguing that it isn't a story to warm the cockles of every heart. Partly I'm bothered that the original author isn't credited, I think authors' names should appear on their work as a courtesy if nothing else. I'm far more interested in the extent to which someone so hated the Jewish aspects of what the Rabbi wrote that he tailored the story into a non-Jewish context before spreading it. I think that's deeply worrying.
Oh - before anyone gets the wrong idea... I don't think Rapunzel edited it that way at all.
This is a story to warm the cockles of every heart.Wendy, I'm not arguing that it isn't a story to warm the cockles of every heart. Partly I'm bothered that the original author isn't credited, I think authors' names should appear on their work as a courtesy if nothing else. I'm far more interested in the extent to which someone so hated the Jewish aspects of what the Rabbi wrote that he tailored the story into a non-Jewish context before spreading it. I think that's deeply worrying.
Oh - before anyone gets the wrong idea... I don't think Rapunzel edited it that way at all.
Nullius in verba ... ☎||||||||||| ... To Fate I sue, of other means bereft, the only refuge for the wretched left. ... Hold no regard for unsupported opinion.
When flower power came along I stood for Human Rights, marched around for peace and freedom, had some nooky every night - we took it serious. [Fred Wedlock, "The Folker"]
Who has a spare two minutes to play in this month's FG Trivia game! ... My other OS is Slackware.
When flower power came along I stood for Human Rights, marched around for peace and freedom, had some nooky every night - we took it serious. [Fred Wedlock, "The Folker"]
Who has a spare two minutes to play in this month's FG Trivia game! ... My other OS is Slackware.
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Wendybird;488335 wrote: Jewish
Shmooish
Christian
Vampire
Hindu
Shmindu
Don't care!
Can I use that? :wah:
Shmooish
Christian
Vampire
Hindu
Shmindu
Don't care!
Can I use that? :wah:
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guppy;488344 wrote: tHIS WAS A GOOD STORY. MADE ME CRY......
Me too
Me too
Originally Posted by spot
She is one fit bitch innit, that Immy
Don't worry; it only seems kinky the first time
She is one fit bitch innit, that Immy
Don't worry; it only seems kinky the first time