> I love this story. Dr. Wayne Dyer shared it in his book, The Power of
> Intention:
> .
> 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
> school. At a Chush fund raiser dinner, the father of a Chush child
> delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended.
> After praising 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'll
> 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 sense of belonging. Shaya's father approached one of the boys on
> 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'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
> up 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 in 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 had 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, 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 could 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 pitcher came in, Shaya and his
> teammate swung 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 the 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 field 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 toward second base
> as the runners ahead of him deliriously circled the bases toward home.
> As Shaya reached second base, the opposing shortstop 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".
>
> Shalom,
>
> Snow
>
> Conflict cannot survive without your participation.  Begin to see
> yourself as a soul with a body rather than a body with a soul.
> Wayne Dyer