Touching Story of A Special Child: It Could Make You Cry…

Sometime back, a friend forwarded this touching speech by the father of
a special child. I am sure you will be moved by it:
At a fundraiser 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. et 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

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
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
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
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
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! 
No comments…
Nuruddin Abjani

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  • Ammar Khalid

    Awesome. Tears in my eyes.

    • Ammar, I felt the same way when I read it the first time.

      Please share with others…

      God bless you, always.


  • Alam Unjum

    I wish in my country people start accepting these physically challenged people in the society…
    I have an experienced in working for the physically disabled people team, and i observed that the organizations are just for the sake of their image and brand have the employment opportunities for these challenged people, but in real they are non-serious in accepting them as a part of the society…

    Alam anjum

    • Anonymous

      It will, Alam. If we ALL work towards it.

      I am positive, it will happen soon.

      We just have to be at it, trying to make a difference in every way that we can.

      God bless you for your wonderful thoughts and efforts.