Perfection of living your life

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 main-streamed into regular schools. At a Chush
fund-raising 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? 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 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 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
perfection." Funny how simple it is for people to trash different ways of
living and believing 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 life choices,
people think twice about sharing. Funny, isn't it? 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. Funny how I can be more worried about what others
think of me than what I think of me.