Thursday, December 16, 2010

In Honor of Susie Via……..from Lisa Via

Hey I was wondering if I could send you something and you place it in your blog. Thinking about Susie a lot this month doesn't seem like it has been a year almost as I grow older things get lost in time.

For the blog:

Susie has been on my mind as of late. She is on Dino's as well, we are trying to keep our spirits up but it is hard. She was my best friend and my shoulder to lean on. She knew how I felt more than anyone else about life and the hand we had been dealt concerning the kids. As time has gone by I thought things would get easier but it doesn't you just learn to hide it from others who don't get how you feel. Dino and I would like to think Susie pushes us in the right direction at times or helps us turn around and go the right way from her place above. December won't ever be the same for us but we keep the faith.

As we grow older and maybe wiser we will see God had a plan all along. So I ask all of you who read Linda's blog take some money and some of your time and go to a homeless shelter find a man, woman or child and give them a gift this year in memory of Susie. A warm blanket, coat, socks, gloves and so on are simple items alot of us take for granted. Please pass your blessing on to someone in need this Christmas. One of God's plans for us is to learn to help our fellow man when he is down and out. In this day and time so many good people are finding their lives in shambles and struggling to keep it together and you may be the one who gives them the hope and faith they need to keep moving forward. When trying to choose a place to go look for one that may be overlooked this holiday season. These are the people who need you and God's blessing most.

Have A  Merry Christmas and a Blessed New Year


A family member sent me the story below.

Two Choices
What would you do? make the choice. Don't look for a punch line,
there isn't one. Read it anyway. My question is: Would you have made the
same choice?
At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves children with learning
disabilities, the father of one of the 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:
'When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature 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 the natural order of things in my son?'
The audience was stilled by the query.
The father continued. 'I believe that when a child like Shay, who was
mentally and physically disabled comes into the world, an opportunity to
realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other
people treat that child.'
Then he told the following story:
Shay and I had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing
baseball. Shay asked, 'Do you think they'll let me play?' I knew that most
of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but as a
father I also understood that if my son were allowed to play, it would
give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be
accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.
I approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not expecting much)
if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance 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 in to bat in the ninth inning.'
Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a
team shirt. I watched with a small tear in my eye and warmth in my heart.
The boys saw my joy at my son being accepted.
In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was
still behind by three.
In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the
right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic
just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as I
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 and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat.
At this juncture, do the others let Shay bat 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, recognizing that the other team was putting winning
aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball
in softly so Shay could at least 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 towards
As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball
right back to the pitcher.
The game would now be over.
The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the
ball to the first baseman.
Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game.
Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head,
out of reach of all team mates.
Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, 'Shay, run to
Run to first!'
Never in his life had Shay ever run that far, but he made it to first base.
He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.
Everyone yelled, 'Run to second, run to second!'
Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and
struggling to make it to the base.
By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the
ball. The smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to be
the hero for his team..
He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he
understood the pitcher's intentions so he, too, intentionally threw the
ball high and far over the third-baseman's head.
Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled
the bases toward home.
All were screaming, 'Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay'
Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by
turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, 'Run to third!
Shay, run to third!'
As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were
on their feet screaming, 'Shay, run home! Run home!'
Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who
hit the grand slam and won 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 true love and humanity
into this world'.
Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never
forgotten being the hero and making me so happy, and coming home and
seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day !
We all send thousands of jokes through the e-mail without a second
thought, but when it comes to sending messages about life choices, people
The crude, vulgar, and often obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but
public discussion about decency is too often suppressed in our schools and
If you're thinking about forwarding this message, chances are that you're
probably sorting out the people in your address book who aren't the
'appropriate' ones to receive this type of message Well, the person who
sent you this believes that we all can make a difference.
We all have thousands of opportunities every single day to help realize
the 'natural order of things.'
So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people present us with
a choice:
Do we pass along a little spark of love and humanity to leave the world a
better place, or do we pass up those opportunities?
A wise man once said every society is judged by how it treats it's least
fortunate amongst them


Jen said...

That was so incredibly touching. Thank you for sharing. :)

sean said...

That story is so sweet about the little boy playingi ball! And i miss aunt susie and dino ,do yall have his #?if so send to me i would like to call him.