I want to tahnak everyone for the leads on the wire harness. This group
always comes through. no matter what our skill rate is. The other day an
associate of mine from CA sent me this note and it is very true to this
group on this list always ready to make each of us feel good about
knowing or not knowing for there is no dumb question when you don't know
the answer.
I don't mean to affend anyone.
Subject: God's Perfection
>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 mainstreamed into conventional schools. At a
Chush fundraising 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 in 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
bat 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 God 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 God,
People think twice about sharing.
Funny how the lewd, crude, vulgar and obscene pass freely through
cyberspace, but the public discussion of God is suppressed in the
school and workplace.
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 other people think of me
Than what God thinks of me.
Martin Cooper, 1959 bugeye all in pieces!!
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