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
    chools. 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 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? Surprisingly, 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 in and Shaya swung clumsily
    and missed. One of
    Shaya's teammates came up to Shaya and together the 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 bat 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
    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 the 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 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

    Funny how simple it is for people to trash
    spirituality and then wonder
    why the world is going to hell. Funny how you can
    send a thousand 'jokes'
    through e-mail and they spread like wildfire, but
    when you start sending
    messages regarding spiritual values, people think
    twice about sharing.

    Funny how when you go to forward this message, you
    will not send it to
    many on your address list because you're not sure
    what they believe, or what
    they will think of you for sending it to them. But
    maybe they can handle it.
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