your motives for doing

whatever good deed

you may have in mind will be

misinterpreted by somebody

then you will be misunderstood

by all those who always hold

their hopes under their hats

while circumstances being what they are

admitting failure would be of little benefit

yet many prefer that state



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.

Two Choices

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 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 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 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!

Please feel free to pass this along, we all can make a difference in someone else’s life. I have a very personal reason for believing this because it strikes very close to home in my life. My daughter who spent her days confined to a wheel chair passed away a little over four months ago; so I can relate to Shay’s story. 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.

May your day, be a Shay Day.


only a few hours remain ’til midnight
celebrations already underway ’round
our world as that special hour arrives
many countries and assorted cultures
look with anticipation to this year
that has come upon all ready or not
regardless of what religion we profess
or what superstitions control our lives
a new year is here that we must accept
by simply wishing everyone every where



The Flea

Courage is resistance to fear,
mastery of fear–not absence of fear.
Except a creature be part coward
it is not a compliment to say it is brave;
it is merely a loose misapplication of the word.
Consider the flea!–incomparably the bravest
of all the creatures of God,
if ignorance of fear were courage.
Whether you are asleep or awake
he will attack you, caring nothing
for the fact that in bulk and strength you are
to him as are the massed armies of the earth
to a sucking child; he lives both day and night
and all days and nights in the very lap of peril
and the immediate presence of death,
and yet is no more afraid than is the man
who walks the streets of a city that was threatened
by an earthquake ten centuries before.
When we speak of Clive, Nelson, and Putnam
as men who “didn’t know what fear was,”
we ought always to add the flea–and
put him at the head of the procession.

— Mark Twain, “Pudd’nhead Wilson’s Calendar”


our minds reach out hungrily for learning
often finding too little upon which to feed
memory holds more than many expect
knowing words is not knowing thoughts

when one lays awake at night
he thinks of many things
seeing one dream slide away
down distant hills and another born
some dreams come again and again

we walk upon lofty mountains at night
I bring sticks for our affectionate fire
we watch while flames embrace them
destroying that which they need and love



Behold, there came wise men from the east to Jerusalem (Matt 2 :1)
This is the time of year when people all over the world
celebrate the birth of our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ
in so many different ways it seems they are confused
about what really happened that time some 2,000 years ago

Our fascination with fantasy and superstition all too often
creates pictures of what we want, not what really happened
just look at the majority of Nativity Scenes that are found
most depict what man has decided occurred on that occasion
which man in his ignorance has declared to be on December 25

The Bible only mentions one instance where visitors
actually went to the stable to see Baby Jesus in the manger
were in the fields keeping watch over their flocks (Luke 2 :8)
as soon as the angels left them they all went…

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