I’m not sure if this post should  be categorized under the Well Composed Life tab or the Well Composed Home.  It could easily fall under “Life” because the person who had sent me  this short essay (that I am sharing below) truly embodies the virtues expressed in the story.  This lady came into the life of my family when we were going through a difficult time.  Without any prior connection, she showed us kindness and compassion when there was no reason to do such.  In fact, many people would have said that she didn’t have to at all.  But because of that effort on her part, we have developed a wonderful friendship.   I am very thankful that our paths happened to cross. 

     I also feel that it could fall under Well Composed Home , because , to me, this is the way people of a community should treat each other.  The word Home can mean so many different things.  It can certainly expand beyond the confines of our houses and into the streets, shops, parks, restaurants or anything else that makes up the essence of our worlds. 

With that being said, On to the Story ~

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 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!
 
AND NOW A LITTLE FOOT NOTE TO THIS STORY:
 
Our lives are all very hectic these days.  The summer season seems to have us running from one event to the next.  As we look for ways to achieve the Well Composed Home {Community} or the Well Coposed Life, I think that we should slow down, take a step back and seek out ways that we can bring a little light into the lives of our neighbors. 

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:

How will you choose?

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