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From:andrea.ring@enron.com
To:karen.mcilvoy@enron.com
Subject:FW: weepy
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Date:Wed, 2 May 2001 18:47:00 -0700 (PDT)


---------------------- Forwarded by Andrea Ring/HOU/ECT on 05/02/2001 03:46 PM ---------------------------
From: Michele Winckowski/ENRON@enronXgate on 04/04/2001 03:17 PM
To: Maria Salazar/OTS/Enron@ENRON, Teb Lokey/ENRON@enronXgate, Andrea Ring/HOU/ECT@ECT
cc:
Subject: FW: weepy


Choices
<
< At a fund-raising dinner for a school that serves learning-disabled
< children, the father of one of the school's 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.
< "Everything God 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 God's plan in reflected in my son?"
<
< The audience was stilled by the query. The father continued. "I
< believe,"the father answered, "that when God brings a child like Shay into
< the world, an opportunity to realize the Divine Plan presents itself. And it
< comes in the way people treat that child."
<
< Then, he told the following story:
<
< Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were
< playing baseball. Shay asked, "Do you think they will let me play?" Shay's
< father knew that most boys would not want him on their team. But the father
< understood that if his son were allowed to play it would give him a
< much-needed sense of belonging. Shay's father approached one of the boys on
< the field and asked if Shay 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."
<
< In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was
< still behind by three. At the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove
< and played in the outfield. Although no hits came his way, he was obviously
< ecstatic just to be on the field, grinning from ear to ear as his father
< 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. Shay was
< scheduled to be the next at-bat. Would the team actually let Shay bat at
< this juncture 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 moved a few steps to
< lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least be able to 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 toward
< Shay. As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and 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. Shay 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, "Shay, run to first. Run to first." Never in his
< life had Shay ever made it to first base. He scampered down the baseline,
< wide-eyed and startled. Everyone yelled "Run to second, run to second!" By
< the time Shay was rounding first base, the right fielder had the ball. He
< could have thrown the ball to the second baseman for a tag. But the right
< fielder understood what the pitcher's intentions had been, so he threw the
< ball high and far over the third baseman's head. Shay ran towards second
< base as the runners ahead of him deliriously circled the bases towards home.
<
< As Shay reached second base, the opposing shortstop ran to him, turned him
< in the direction of third base, and shouted, "Run to third!" As Shay
< rounded third, the boys from both teams were screaming, "Shay! Run home!"
<
< Shay ran home, stepped on home plate and was cheered as the hero, for
< hitting a "grand slam" and winning 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 the Divine Plan into this
< world."
<
< And now, a footnote to the story. We all send thousands of jokes through
< e-mail without a second thought, but when it comes to sending messages
< regarding life choices, people think twice about sharing. The crude,
< vulgar, and sometimes the obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but public
< discussion of decency is too often suppressed in school and the workplace.
< If you are thinking about forwarding this message, you are probably thinking
< about which people on your address list aren't the "appropriate" ones to
< receive this type of message.
<
< The person who sent this to you believes that we can all make a difference.
< We all have thousands of opportunities a day to help realize God's plan. So
< many seemingly trivial interactions between two people present us with a
< choice: Do we pass along a spark of the Divine? Or do we pass up that
< opportunity, and leave the world a bit colder in the process?
<
< You have two choices now:
<
< 1. Delete this.
<
< 2. Forward it to the people you care about.
<
< You know the choice I made.