Really nice heartwarming Inclusive Baseball story

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?

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 opportunityto 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 obviouslyecstatic 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. The person who posted 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  peoplepresent 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  its least fortunate amongst them.

May your day be a Shay Day.

MAY GOD BLESS EVERYONE WHO DECIDES TO PASS THIS ON IN MEMORY OF SHAY..............
(and if mention of God makes you apoplectic, please feel free to translate or just for someone else's sake COPE!)

Humanity can be beautiful.