Nominated by UN as the best Poem of 2006 - Written by an African Kid

 

When I born, I black : เมื่อผมเกิด ผมผิวดำ

When I grow up, I black : เมื่อผมโตขึ้น ผมก็ยังผิวดำอยู่

When I go in Sun, I black : เมื่อผมอยู่ใต้แสงแดด ผมก็คงยังผิวดำ

When I scared, I black : เมื่อผมกลัว ผมก็ผิวดำ

When I sick, I black : เมื่อผมป่วย ผมก็ยังผิวดำ

And when I die, I still black : และเมื่อผมตาย ผมก็ยังคงผิวดำ

 

A beautiful story!

 This is beautiful...I just had to forward....Happy Reading!!!
 
 Two Choices:
 What would you do?....you 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 learning-disabled
 children, 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,
 physically and mentally handicapped 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 his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew
 were playing baseball. Shay asked, 'Do you think they'll let me play?'
 Shay's father knew that most of the boys would not want someone like
 Shay on their team, but the father also understood that if his 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.
 
 Shay's father 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. His Father watched with a small tear in his eye and
 warmth in his heart. The boys saw the father's joy at his 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 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 and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat.
 
 At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to
 win the game? Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone kne w 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 Shay. 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 base man's
 head, out of reach of all team mates. Everyone from the stands and both
 teams started yelling, 'Shay , run to first! 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 pitchers
 intentions so he, too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over
 the third-base man'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 his father so happy, and
 coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of
 the day!
 
 AND NOW A LITTLE FOOTNOTE TO THIS STORY: 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 hesitate. The crude,
 vulgar, and often obscene pass freely through cyber space, but public
 discussion about decency is too often suppressed in our schools and
 workplaces.
 
 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 or do we pass up those opportunities and
 leave the world a little bit colder in the process?

 

From: Forward mail.