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Lorrie,
I just read your post about Shaya, I am balling. That is one of the sweetest
stories I have heard in a long time. Thanks for the gentle reminder to be
kind to others less fortunate than us with out perfect children, and who
knows maybe God did that man and his wife a favor!!??

Tamie

Debra Caruso

This is so beautiful,and so true.My nephew Trevor was born with severe
brain damage 8 years ago.He has cerebral palsy,severely,and I see what
having him in our lives has done for our family!Precious.Thanks...deb











"(Lorrie Pimentel)" wrote:
>
> This was forwarded to me from another list. I think this is just
> beautiful.
> In Brooklyn, New York, Chush is a school that caters to learning
> disabled children. Some children remain in Chush
> for their entire school
> career, while others can be mainstreamed into conventional schools.
> At a Chush fundraising dinner, the father of a Chush
> child delivered a speech
> that would never be forgotten by all who attended.
>
> After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he cried
> out, "Where is the perfection in my
> son Shaya? Everything God does is done with perfection. But my
> child cannot understand things as other children do. My
> child cannot remember
> facts and figures as other children do. Where is
> God's perfection?
>
> The audience was shocked by the question, pained by the
> father's anguish and
> stilled by the piercing query. "I believe," the father
> answered, "that when God brings a child like this into the world,
> the perfection that he seeks is
> in the way people react to this child."
>
> He then told the following story
> about his son Shaya:
>
> One afternoon, Shaya and his father walked past a park where some
> boys Shaya knew were playing baseball. Shaya asked, "Do you think
> they will let me play?" Shaya's father knew that his son was not at
> all athletic and that most boys would not want him on their team.
> But Shaya's father understood that if his son was chosen to play it
> would give him a comfortable sense of
> belonging. Shaya's father approached one of the boys
> in the field and asked if Shaya could play. The boy looked around for
> guidance from his teammates.
>
> Getting none, he took matters into his own hands and said "We are
> 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 up to bat in the ninth inning."
>
> Shaya's father was ecstatic as Shaya smiled broadly. Shaya was told
> to put on a glove and
> go out to play short center field. In the bottom of the eighth
> inning, Shaya's team scored a few runs but was still behind
> by three. In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shaya's team scored
> again and now with two outs and the bases loaded with the potential
> winning run on base.
>
> Shaya was scheduled to be up. Would the team actually let Shaya bat
> at this juncture and give away their chance to win the game?
> Surpassingly, Shaya
> was given the bat.
>
> Everyone knew that it was all but impossible because Shaya didn't
> even know how to hold the bat properly, let alone hit with it.
> However as Shaya stepped up to the plate, the pitcher moved a few
> steps to lob the ball in softly so Shaya should at least be able to
> make contact. The first pitch
> came and Shaya swung clumsily and missed. One of Shaya's teammates
> came up to Shaya and together they held the bat and faced the pitcher
> waiting for
> the next pitch. The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss
> the ball softly toward Shaya. As the pitch came in, Shaya and his
> teammate swung at the ball and together they hit a slow ground ball
> to the pitcher.
>
> The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could easily have thrown
> the ball to the first baseman. Shaya would have been out and that
> would have ended the game. Instead, the pitcher took the ball and
> threw
> it on a high arc to right field, far beyond reach of the first
> baseman.
>
> Everyone started yelling, "Shaya, run to first. Run to first."
>
> Never in his life had Shaya
> run to first. He scampered down the baseline wide-eyed and
> startled. By the time he reached first base, the right fielder
> had the ball. He could have thrown he ball to the second baseman who
> would tag out Shaya, who was still running.
>
> But the right fielder understood
> what the pitcher's intentions were, so he threw the ball high and far
> over the third baseman's head. Everyone yelled, "Run to second, run
> to
> second."
>
> Shaya ran towards second base as the runners ahead of him deliriously
> circled the bases
> towards home. As Shaya reached second base, the
> opposing short stop ran to
> him, turned him in the direction of third base and shouted, "Run to
> third."
>
> As Shaya rounded third, the boys from both teams ran
> behind him screaming,
> "Shaya run home." Shaya ran home, stepped on home plate and all 18
> boys lifted him on their shoulders and made him the hero, as if he
> had just hit a
> "grand slam" and won the game for his team.
>
> "That day," said the father softly with tears now rolling down his
> face, "those 18 boys reached their level of God's perfection."
>
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I'm sitting here crying reading this story....

Dawn F

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My 7yo son came in when I was reading this and asked me how the computer
could make me cry. Took awhile to explain that one.

Lorrie