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i was passed this today, and i thought of some of you lot at the end, read discuss ( i now its not the real friday but it is for me :p )


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 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 (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. His Father watched with 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 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 his father so happy, and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!


AND NOW A LITTLE FOOTNOTE TO THIS STORY: We all send thousands of jokes through the email 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 work places.

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. Delete
2. Forward

May your day, be a Shay Day.
 

Ranger

Looking for a team.
i received this from a friend a few weeks ago...and it is truly amazing how we do sit and hit forward to any joke e-mails and mass message the joke off. Yet when it comes to something like this story...how many of us can say we truly do forward...let alone with the same intensity we would a joke...

makes you think eh.
 
i received this from a friend a few weeks ago...and it is truly amazing how we do sit and hit forward to any joke e-mails and mass message the joke off. Yet when it comes to something like this story...how many of us can say we truly do forward...let alone with the same intensity we would a joke...

makes you think eh.
Its just gone to everyone in my address book.

Makes you think a hell of a lot about life and what it truely is about.
 

RainbowShooter

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It did have a song at the bottom but can't play it on here

EDIT: ah ffs the pictures don't work, **** it I will message it to lump its easier.


You stay up for 16 hours

He stays up for days on end.



You take a warm shower to help you wake up.

He goes days or weeks without running water.



You complain of a "headache", and call in sick.

He gets shot at as others are hit, and keeps moving forward.



You put on your anti war/don't support the troops shirt, and go meet up with your friends.

He still fights for your right to wear that shirt.



You make sure you're cell phone is in your pocket.

He clutches the cross hanging on his chain next to his dog tags.



You talk trash about your "buddies" that aren't with you.

He knows he may not see some of his buddies again.



You walk down the beach, staring at all the pretty girls.

He patrols the streets, searching for insurgents and terrorists.



You complain about how hot it is.

He wears his heavy gear, not daring to take off his helmet to wipe his brow.



You go out to lunch, and complain because the restaurant got your order wrong.

He doesn't get to eat today.



Your maid makes your bed and washes your clothes.

He wears the same things for weeks, but makes sure his weapons are clean.



You go to the mall and get your hair redone.

He doesn't have time to brush his teeth today.



You're angry because your class ran 5 minutes over.

He's told he will be held over an extra 2 months.



You call your girlfriend and set a date for tonight.

He waits for the mail to see if there is a letter from home.



You hug and kiss your girlfriend, like you do everyday.

He holds his letter close and smells his love's perfume.



You roll your eyes as a baby cries.

He gets a letter with pictures of his new child, and wonders if they'll ever meet.



You criticize your government, and say that war never solves anything.

He sees the innocent tortured and killed by their own people and remembers why he is fighting.



You hear the jokes about the war, and make fun of men like him.

He hears the gunfire, bombs and screams of the wounded.



You see only what the media wants you to see.

He sees the broken bodies lying around him.



You are asked to go to the store by your parents. You don't.

He does exactly what he is told even if it puts his life in danger.



You stay at home and watch TV.

He takes whatever time he is given to call, write home, sleep, and eat.



You crawl into your soft bed, with down pillows, and get comfortable.

He tries to sleep but gets woken by mortars and helicopters all night long.



If you support your troops, the click "reply to poster" copy all the codes, and repost the bulliten.

If you don't support your troops well, then don't re-post. You won't die in 7 days, your love life won't be affected, and you won't have the worst day ever. You don't have to repost. It's not like you know the men and women that are dying to preserve your rights.
 

Bryan leaver

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i just printed that off and stuck it on the notes board out side are drill hall .


i know peaple that do what you say in that every day and have them tell me what its like and it keeps us training harder and harder and then i go balling or to a party and i have some guy come up to me saying that im sick in the head for been in the TA and the he think its all about oil ect ect .

but i think about it like this . that guy saying its all about oil and we have no right to be in there land is the first guy to **** him self when they bomb us in are own country .
 

Ranger

Looking for a team.
hey bryan..

i know where you are coming from on that one...i am now ex TA but we had some hair raising times...2 weeks in lithuania clearing mines and building orphanages to help with hearts and minds...then my best mate gets smacked over the head and mugged in a bar on one of our nights off in town.

Then op telic 3 to iraq. winter deployment, no kit no friends and in truth most of the locals didnt want us...3 day shift rotations...day 1 24 hours manning 24 sangars for an hour a piece...day 2..supposedly day of rest..hmmm constant bumps to keep everyone awake and then rapid response actions...day 3..supposed to be easy, escort duties for reporters etc and any other activities..usually going out for patrols in lannies providing top cover with a lsw or mini....the back around to day 1.
6 months of that and then home...what welcome...oh your all tossers,,no one wanted you there and no one cares...

Just remember- if you cant respect the war then respect the warriors.
- freedom is a gift paid for with the hearts and souls of heroes.