My grandson Sam was born 8lb 4oz last Thursday. Two arms. two legs, taking milk, making all the right noises and smells that any Grandparent would expect. I've so far avoided nappy duty but don't expect that to last much longer. Mother and baby doing well. Dad planning to "wet the babies head" this Sunday. This email sure makes you thank the Lord for such a wonderful gift of a healthy grandson.

"Two Choices" from email correspondent John Warden

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? What would you have done?

At a  fundraising dinner for a school that serves children with learning  disabilities, 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, who was mentally and physically disabled 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 I had walked past a park where  some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked, 'Do you think  they'll let me play?' I knew that most of the boys would not want someone  like Shay on their team, but as a father I also understood that if  my 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.

I 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. I watched with a small tear in my eye and warmth in my heart. The boys saw my joy at my 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 I 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 baseman'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 pitcher's intentions so 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.

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 me so happy, and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully  embrace her little hero of the day!

AND NOW A LITTLE FOOT NOTE 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 cyberspace, 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.

You now have two choices:

1. Move on, forget you read this.

2. Forward this link http://www.mostlysafeforwork.com/blog/post/Two-Choices.aspx to a friend, son, daughter, or relative.

May your day, be a Shay Day

(The next time you receive that Motivational Poster showing a Down's Syndrome kid breaking the finishing tape, or the Down's kid getting a Scout Badge please remember this story. Reply with this page link or copy-paste this content in reply, back to them)