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January 18, 2010

Perfection at the Plate

By Rabbi Paysach Krohn

Chapter 5 from Echoes Of The Maggid
Heartwarming stories and parables of wisdom and inspiration.

Sports in America is not only a multibillion dollar industry, but rare is the child growing up in the United States who has never been involved in some type of sports competition, be it baseball, basketball, punchball, handball, football or hockey. For this reason, people who have grown up in America, both young and old, are swept up and moved as their mind’s eye visualizes the unfolding of these incredible events.

However, it is not only an American that can fully appreciate the intensity of this marvelous “sports” story. This tender story also has universal appeal, because it deals with the universal values of sensitivity, self-esteem, and acceptance.

In Brooklyn, New York, Chush is a school that caters to learning-disabled children. Some children remain in Chush for their entire school careers, while others can be mainstreamed into conventional yeshivos and Bais Yaakovs. There are a few children who attend Chush for most of the week and go to a regular school on Sundays.

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 that Hashem 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 Hashem’s perfection?” The audience was shocked by the question, pained by the father’s anguish and stilled by his piercing query.

“I believe,” the father answered, “that when Hashem 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.

Shaya attends Chush throughout the week and Yeshivah Darchei Torah in Far Rockaway on Sundays. One Sunday afternoon, Shaya and his father came to Darchei Torah as his classmates were playing baseball. The game was in progress and as Shaya and his father made their way towards the ballfield, Shaya said, “Do you think you could get me into the game?”

Shaya’s father knew 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 in, it would give him a comfortable sense of belonging.

Shaya’s father approached one of the boys in the field and asked, “Do you think my Shaya could get into the game?”

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 already 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, a position that exists only in softball. There were no protests from the opposing team, which would now be hitting with an extra man in the outfield.


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 and the potential winning runs 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 told to take a bat and try to get a hit. Everyone knew that it was all but impossible, for 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 in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so that 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 towards Shaya.


As the next pitch 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 and wide beyond the first baseman’s reach. Everyone started yelling, “Shaya, run to first! Shaya, 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 rightfielder understood what the pitcher’s intentions were, so he threw the ball high and far over the third baseman’s head, as everyone yelled, “Shaya, run to second! Shaya, 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 shortstop ran towards him, turned him towards the direction of third base and shouted “Shaya, run to third!”

As Shaya rounded third, the boys from both teams ran behind him screaming, “Shaya, run home! 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 the “grand slam” and won the game for his team.

“That day,” said the father who now had tears rolling down his face, “those 18 boys reached their level of perfection. They showed that it is not only those who are talented that should be recognized, but also those who have less talent. They too are human beings, they too have feelings and emotions, they too are people, they too want to feel important.”
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That is the exceptional lesson of this episode. Too often we seek to find favor and give honor to those who have more than us. But there are people who have fewer friends than we, less money, and less prestige. Those people especially need attention and recognition. We should try to achieve the level of perfection in human relationships which the boys on the ballfield at Yeshiva Darchei Torah achieved.


Because if children can do it,
we adults should certainly be
able to accomplish it as well.

January 17, 2010

Husband Down

 A Friend of mine sent this to me & I just had to post it!! Enjoy!




A husband and wife are
shopping in their local Wal-Mart.


The husband picks up a case of
Budweiser and puts it in their cart.

"What do you think you're doing?"
asks the wife.


"They're on sale, only $10 for 24 cans,"
he replies.

"Put them back, we can't afford them,"
demands the wife, and so they carry on shopping.


A few aisles further on along the woman picks up a $20 jar of face cream and puts it in the basket.


"What do you think you're doing?"
asks the husband.

"Its my face cream.
It makes me look beautiful,"
replies the wife.


Her husband retorts:
"So does 24 cans of Budweiser
and it's half the price."



On the PA system:
"Cleanup on aisle 25,
we have a husband down."

January 16, 2010

Cleaning Poem



I asked the Lord to tell me



Why my house is such a mess



He asked if I'd been 'computering',




And I had to answer 'yes.'




He told me to get off my butt,




And tidy up the house.



And so I started cleaning up...



The smudges off my mouse.



I wiped and shined the topside.



That really did the trick...



I was just admiring my good work.



I didn't mean to 'click.'

But click, I did, and oops - I found



A real absorbing site



That I got SO way into it,

I was into it all night.



So nothing's changed except my mouse.



It's as shiny as the sun.


I guess my house will stay a mess.



While I sit here on my bum.



Thank you for being my e-mail buddy and friend!

January 15, 2010

Dear Lord...



Dear Lord,
Every single evening
As I'm lying here in bed,
This tiny little Prayer
Keeps running through my head:

God bless all my family
Wherever they may be,
Keep them warm
And safe from harm
For they're so close to me.

And God, there is one more thing
I wish that you could do;
Hope you don't mind me asking,
Please bless my computer too.


Now I know that it's unusual
To Bless a motherboard,
But listen just a second
While I explain it to you, Lord.


You see, that little metal box
Holds more than odds and ends;
Inside those small compartments
Rest so many of my friends.


I know so much about them
By the kindness that they give,
And this little scrap of metal
Takes me in to where they live.


By faith is how I know them
Much the same as you.
We share in what life brings us
And from that our friendships grew.


Please take an extra minute
From your duties up above,
To bless those in my address book
That's filled with so much love.


Wherever else this prayer may reach
To each and every friend,
Bless each e-mail inbox
And each person who hits 'send'.


When you update your Heavenly list
On your own Great CD-ROM,
Bless everyone who says this prayer
Sent up to You...
I Love Oh My God!

January 14, 2010

SO YOU WANT TO WHINE ABOUT WINTER...

Quebec City - Canada
This Winter!



The melt is gonna be something else!


Just a wee bit of snow!


Good grief!!!



Is this global warming?

Yep, time to catch your breath!


Part of the snowmobile trail?


Not a toasty place for a toast!!!


Give me a break!



She must be half polar bear!

Insulation!!!!!


A phone booth?
Brrrrr
I'm glad I don't live there!

January 13, 2010

Ten Great Tips For 2010

1. Stay out of trouble.


2. Aim for greater heights.

3. Stay focused on your job.


4. Exercise to maintain good health.

5. Practice team work.

6. Rely on your trusted partner to watch your back. Take your time trusting others.

7. Save for rainy days.

8. Rest and relax.

9. Always take time to smile.

AND
10. Realize that nothing is impossible.

THE SENILITY PRAYER:
Grant me the Senility to Forget the people I never liked anyway, the Good Fortune to run into the ones I do, and the Eyesight to tell the Difference.
And remember this:
"You don't stop laughing because you grow old, You grow old because you stop laughing!"

January 12, 2010

WE ARE UNDER ATTACK!

THIS IS HAPPENING RIGHT HERE
IN OUR OWN COUNTRY!
We must stop it immediately!





Have you noticed that hills and stairs are getting steeper.




Groceries are heavier.




And everything is further away.

Yesterday I walked to the corner and I was dumbfounded to discover how long our street had become!



And, you know, people are less considerate now,
especially the young ones.




They speak in whispers all the time!
If you ask them to speak up they just keep repeating themselves, endlessly mouthing the same silent message until they're red in the face!




What do they think I am... a lip reader?

I also think they are much younger than I was at the same age. On the other hand, people my own age are so much older than I am.

I ran into an old friend the other day and she has aged so much that she didn't even recognize me.




I got to thinking about the poor dear while I was combing my hair this morning, and in doing so, I glanced at my own reflection... well, REALLY NOW - even mirrors are not made the way they used to be!



Another thing, everyone drives so fast these days! You're risking life and limb if you happen to pull onto the freeway in front of them. All I can say is, their brakes must wear out awfully fast, the way I see them screech and swerve in my rear view mirror.




Clothing manufacturers are less civilized these days - why else would they suddenly start labeling a size 10 or 12 dress as 18 or 20?
Do they think no one notices?
The people who make bathroom scales are pulling the same prank. Do they think I actually 'believe' the number I see on that dial? HA! I would neverrrr let myself weigh that much!
Just who do these people
think they're fooling?




I'd like to call up someone in authority to report what's going on -- but the telephone company is in on the conspiracy too!




They've printed the phone books in such small type that no one could ever find a number.




Also someone has messed about with the days, weeks and years, they have shortened them all. All I can do is pass along this warning:




WE ARE UNDER ATTACK!




Unless something drastic happens, pretty soon everyone will have to suffer these awful indignities.

PS: I am sending this to you in a larger font size, because something has happened to my computer's fonts - they are smaller than they once were.