Help spread awareness about people w/disabilities

Help spread awareness about people w/disabilities

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      Hemet, CA

People with disabilities are just like everyone else.  They want love, respect, understanding, and patience.  Everyone wants to be accepted for who they are.  Please show your respect to people who are struggling with a disability.  EVERYONE in this world can make a difference in someone's life.  Do it today!!!

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    • Ani L. Schwartz ARROYO SECO, NM
      • about 5 years ago

      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 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, clay, 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 Clay, 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:

      Clay and I had walked past a park where some boys Clay knew were playing baseball. Clay asked, 'Do you think they'll let me play?' I knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Clay 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 Clay 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.'

      Clay 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, Clay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three.

      In the top of the ninth inning, Clay 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, Clay's team scored again.

      Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Clay was scheduled to be next at bat.

      At this juncture, do they let Clay bat and give away their chance to win the game?

      Surprisingly, Clay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible because Clay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball.

      However, as Clay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Clay's life, moved

       in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Clay could at least make contact.
      The first pitch came and Clay swung clumsily and missed..

      The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Clay.As the pitch came in, Clay 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. Clay 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, 'Clay, run to first Run to first! 'Never in his life had Clay 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 Clay 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.
      Clay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home. All were screaming, 'Clay, Clay, Clay, all the Way Clay'. Clay 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!
      Clay, run to third!' As Clay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on their feet screaming, 'Clay, run home! Run home!'
      Clay 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'.

      Clay 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!



      AND NOW A LITTLE FOOT NOTE TO THIS STORY:

      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.


      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.

       

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      • about 5 years ago

      I have been fortunate enough in my life, to have grown up around many unique and wonderful physicaly and mentally disabled individuals. I myself, being one of them.  Just because people have diffrent talents, flaws, physical features, beliefs, tastes,likes and outlooks on life doesn't mean they should be treated unfairly. Difference is beauty, (no more labels), we are all just people and we all deserve the same rights.

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    • CIERA CRAWFORD PHOENIX, AZ
      • about 5 years ago

      WHY WOULDN'T I?

       

      THIS ISSUE HAS ALWAYS BEEN IMPORTANT TO ME

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    • Carla H MOBILE, AL
      • almost 6 years ago

      I am disabled and this is a wonderful cause!

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