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I got this email from my sister…  Just thought I’d toss my responses up on here

1. What is your occupation right now? I work in the accounting department of a very large financial institution.

 

2. What color are your socks right now? White

 

3. What are you listening to right now? Nothing… I haven’t turned my cell phone music on yet

 

4. What was the last thing that you ate? Sausage Biscuit

 

5. Can you drive a stick shift? Yes, I learned to drive with one

 

6. Last person you spoke to on the phone? My teenage daughter

 

7. Do you like the person who sent this to you? Of course

 

8. How old are you today? 32

 

9. What is your favorite sport to watch on TV?  Soccer

 

10. What is your favorite drink? Dr Pepper

 

11. Have you ever dyed your hair? Yes

 

12. Favorite food? Pizza

 

13. What is the last movie you watched? Facing the Giants

 

14. Favorite day of the year? All of them

 

15. How do you vent anger? A few ways 1) blow a gasket 2) write it down, rip it up and burn it 3) kill some horde 4) run

 

16. What was your favorite toy as a child?  My Nintendo

 

17. What is your favorite season? I like something about all of them, but I guess if I have to pick one it would be autumn.

 

18. Cherries or Blueberries? I ate a whole jar of maraschino cherries when I was a kid – they made me throw up… I do like bing cherries… but I’ll go with blueberries

 

19. Do you want your friends to e-mail you back? I’m scrapping this question… I think it’s silly

 

20. Who is the most likely to respond? Question scrapped

 

21. Who is least likely to respond? Question scrapped

 

22. Living arrangements? In my house with my two kids

 

23. When was the last time you cried? I plead the fifth

 

24. What is on the floor of your closet? Closet 1 – Shoes and lots of em! Closet 2 – bookshelves

 

25. Who is the friend you have had the longest that you are sending to? Most of my long term friends don’t have or check email… so my family

 

26. What did you do last night? Laundry, played some WoW and watched a movie

 

27. What are you most afraid of? Not living up to my calling in life

 

28. Plain, cheese, or spicy hamburgers? Can I has CHEEZ PLEEZ??? 

 

29. Favorite dog breed? Siberian Huskies 

 

30. Favorite day of the week? Saturday

 

31. How many states have you lived in? One

 

32. Diamonds or pearls? Pearls

 

33. What is your favorite sweet snack or food? Didn’t we already have this question? New question – Favorite candy bar? Whatchamacallit

 

34. What is your favorite salty snack or food? Funyons (IDK how to spell it!), cheese its or cheetos

 

35. What is your hobby and favorite collectible?  I like to read and play games. I also collect shot glasses from different places (even though I don’t drink)

Tearjerker

I get all kinds of spam emails from my friends. Every once in a while I get something worth reading. The following story is an example.

Two Choices. What would you do? (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 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 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!

Now, I don’t know how true this story is. What I do know is that it should be true and simmilar events should be commonplace IMO.