Perfection

In Brooklyn, New York, is a school that caters to learning disabled children.
Some children remain in Chush for their entire school career while others can
be main-streamed into conventional schools.

At a Chush fund-raising 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 
team-mates. 

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 team-mates 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 team-mate 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."

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