Taking Chances is a Good Thing

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Dax

Hey everyone sorry that I haven't been around, but some of you know what happened and then my muse abandoned meand life in general was overwhelming so unfortunately my poor fics suffered.   Here is my late and latest update in the ongoing tale of Hiro's and Yuki's tryst. Hopefully everything works out for the better, but we'll all have to wait for that. Well I give my utmost thanks to my BETA Menge Horde. She is the awesomest if there is such a word, it perfectly describes her input and skill at figuring out what I want to say and do with my fic. She's a great co-pilot. Thanks Menge Horde you rock.

This is also an apology to all my loyal readers old and new....I have been out of the fic world writing-wise for a while, because life kicked me in the backside and I ended up in the hospital again and then after I left after a week I had to recuperate and then concentrate on taking care of my family and then my muse had a fit and refused to entice me....also not having access to a proper desktop computer didn't help either.... so now I'm up and running again....hopefully life doesn't throw another wrench in the works again...Well now on to the update.

 

 

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I'm at work and I was sent this email with the following story.

 

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 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 they 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 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 baseman'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 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! 

 

AND NOW A LITTLE FOOT NOTE 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 cyberspace, 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?

 

A wise man once said every society is judged by how it treats it's least fortunate amongst them.                           

Here is the next chapter I promised.

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Hi everyone,

I know I know.  I've already heard it from Yami she's the reason that you now have the latetest of Keeping One's Way.  Here is chapter 4 and then I'll be posting chap 5.  It was a bitch to post this.  LJ just would not cooperate and you wonder why I haven't posted here.  Anyway without further drama.  KEEPING ONE'S WAY!
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Hey everyone I'm plowing through and I'm happy to say that my muse is still with me thankfully.  Well here is my latest chapter for "Love's Painful Truth" , enjoy.

 

Title: Love’s Painful Truth

Author: Daxemon

Fandom: Gravitation (yaoi)
Pairing/Characters: Yuki/Hiro

Rating: Mature
Disclaimer: The Maki Murakami is the creator of Gravitation and I will do my best to not soil her creations with my filthy thoughts…….well maybe just a little. I’ll make sure to clean them up afterwards. Obviously these guys don’t belong to me or anyone but Ms. Murakami.

A/N – Here is my latest update in the ongoing tale of Hiro's and Yuki's tryst. Hopefully everything works out for the better, but we'll all have to wait for that. Well I give my utmost thanks to my BETA Meng Horde. She is the awesomest if there is such a word, it perfectly describes her input and skill at figuring out what I want to say and do with my fic. She's a great co-pilot. Thanks Meng Horde you rock.

 

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Hey I know I haven't posted in a while, but I had a fractured foot and my muse took a vacay when the pain fairy took up residence and they do not get along.  But here is my update for my Gravi fic "Love's Painful Truth"  hope you likies.


Thanks to my BETAS  PriyaLalita and Ladyfeather thanks to them my fic sounds so much the better.

Later

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Hey everyone I'm finally updating my Gravi fic.  My beta  IDWYTNOME has done it again.  She has taken my mishmash of thoughts and molded it into something readable.  Go IDWYTNOME!!!!!!

I hope everyone likes the latest update and now on to it.


 

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