A Heartfelt Story

Real Estate Agent with BHHS Ambassador Real Estate


At a fund raising 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 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!









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"I am never too busy for you or your referrals!"  

Donna J Stephens, CRS, GRI

Prudential Ambassador Real Estate, 13340 California Street Omaha, NE 68154

 (402) 598-5117

Comments (3)

Anne M. Costello
Weidel Realtors - Yardley, PA

Donna: I have seen this story before. It never fails to touch my heart. Everyone of those boys were heroes that day!

Sep 23, 2011 12:44 AM
Ken B. Banks
Keller Williams Realty - Spring Hill, TN

Thanks for sharing.  Sometimes we need to slow down and remember what is really important.

Sep 23, 2011 12:44 AM
Stephen M. Wigg
http://4114Info.com - Omaha, NE

Wow, I found tears in my eyes. Nice story.

Oct 25, 2011 07:21 AM