god's perfection

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everyone has some of god's perfection in them.

Submitted: March 25, 2017

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God’s perfection, The story of Dawn

In Brooklyn, New York, YAI is a school that caters to children with special needs.  Dawn now, is a gifted athlete. She was entered into the very first Special Olympics where she won the gold medals in running. But it didn’t come easy at first. Doctors had said she didn’t have fine and gross motor coordination. Over time Dawn proved them wrong.  When we go play miniature golf she gives me points, because I don’t even come close to being on par with her. Her room is littered with trophies in bowling. It seems like year after year she gets the Triple Crown. She has the highest average, highest game, and highest series. But that is now.

Then, it was a different story.

At a YAI fund-raising dinner I delivered a speech.

 After extolling the school and its dedicated staff I cried out, "Where is the perfection in my daughter Dawn? 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 my anguish and stilled by the piercing query. "I believe," I 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."

I then told the following story about my daughter Dawn:

One afternoon, Dawn and I walked past a playground where some boys whom Dawn and I knew were playing softball. Dawn asked, "Do you think they will let me play?"

I knew that Dawn was great at running but not at all into baseball and that most boys would not want her on their team. But I also understood that if my daughter was chosen to play it would give her a comfortable sense of belonging. I approached one of the boys in the field and asked if Dawn 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 she can be on our team and we'll try to put her up to bat in the ninth inning."

I was ecstatic as Dawn smiled broadly. Dawn was told to put on a glove and go out to play short center field. In the bottom of the eighth inning Dawn's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three. In the bottom of the ninth inning Dawn's team scored again and now, with two outs and the bases loaded with the potential winning run on base, Dawn was scheduled to be up. Would the team actually let Dawn bat at this point and give away their chance to win the game?

Surprisingly, Dawn was given the bat. Everyone knew that it was all but impossible because Dawn didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, let alone hit with it.

However, as Dawn stepped up to the plate, the pitcher moved a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Dawn should at least be able to make contact. The first pitch came and Dawn swung clumsily and missed. One of Dawn's team mates came up to Dawn 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 Dawn. As the pitch came in, Dawn and her team mate swung at the ball 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. Dawn 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 the reach of the first baseman. Everyone started yelling, "Dawn, run to first. Run to first." Never in her life had Dawn run to first. She scampered down the baseline wide eyed and startled. By the time she reached first base the right fielder had the ball. He could have thrown the ball to the second baseman who would tag out the still-running Dawn.

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." Dawn ran towards second base as the runners ahead of her deliriously circled the bases towards home. As Dawn reached second base the opposing short stop ran to her, turned her in the direction of third base and shouted, "Run to third." As Dawn rounded third the boys from both teams ran behind her screaming, "Dawn run home, run home." Dawn ran home, stepped on home plate and all 18 boys lifted her on their shoulders and made her the hero as she had just hit a "grand slam" and won the game for her team.

"That day," with tears rolling down my face, "those 18 boys reached their level of God's perfection."

Let it be God’s will


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