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One day, when I was a freshman in high school,

I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school.
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His name was Kyle.

( c- J( k. J# N/ o3 M4 p5 U' QIt looked like he was carrying all of his
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I thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday?

He must really be a nerd."
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I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on.

' p( a- G" S3 Q, L! j+ B. ^As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him.
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5 A) N6 D& r2 h( \3 bThey ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt.
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3 S. ^& a% y5 B8 PHis glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him.

  z5 J7 o/ J- ]7 s  uHe looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes

# w$ C. \% D4 {. ?2 pMy heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him and as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye.

  S4 [$ [( |$ q) X3 AAs I handed him his glasses, I said, "Those guys are jerks.
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" i$ J6 H; Y# e( x, y/ n9 yThey really should get lives.
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" He looked at me and said, "Hey thanks!"

9 ?% q' }& ~: L2 W' Q9 `6 z/ y# Y8 AThere was a big smile on his face.
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It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.
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5 P  U1 h# F& zI helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived.
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  i3 L4 t% K1 hAs it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before.
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He said he had gone to private school before now.

I would have never hung out with a private school kid before.

We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books.
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He turned out to be a pretty cool kid.

I asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my friends.

He said yes.
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& v1 r/ m; j1 f+ ~6 G; jWe hung out all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him, and my friends thought the same of him.
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Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again.

$ I; |$ {: O* S& o$ bI stopped him and said, "Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!

1 Q8 Z1 {; ~/ V0 Z! t2 N3 g. I) @& w" He just laughed and handed me half the books.

* e! B9 m4 {8 ?+ VOver the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends.
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When we were seniors, we began to think
About college.

6 ?3 I$ ^0 s& l# I  ~Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I
9 i0 b4 G; |' V# C/ g, k. T/ JWas going to Duke.

" ^! J8 ~8 \7 R; NI knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem.
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He was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship.

Kyle was valedictorian of our class.
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4 M) M* Z9 H; WI teased him all the time about being a nerd.
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% J. w1 Y' w: KHe had to prepare a speech for graduation.
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I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak
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Graduation day, I saw Kyle.

( Q. Z- Q6 S; U5 W4 o) DHe looked great.
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He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school.

2 N% d" ~+ f: R2 PHe filled out and actually looked good in glasses.
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He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him.
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$ ]+ }1 w' W$ m7 P; `8 L; G% hBoy, sometimes I was jealous.
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# L+ f( M8 ?# x$ z: ?6 GToday was one of those days.

I could see that he was nervous about his speech.

So, I smacked him on the back and said, "Hey, big guy, you'll be great!"
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He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled.
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: s. e7 t0 h! M1 e5 v. w"Thanks," he said.

9 [+ D" G5 v2 z! T" QAs he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began

( ^: [) O2 \* e) s"Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years.

( h% p% w* n% y. s) b5 v: _Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach...but mostly your friends...

I am here to tell all of you that being a
Friend to someone is the best gift you can give them.
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I am going to tell you a story."

2 X6 a" j. q$ k4 II just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met.
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  {- D, Y# x! w4 r: Z' BHe had planned to kill himself over the weekend.

: d0 |) A3 x$ cHe talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home.

' T) l( ?7 L3 {) IHe looked hard at me and gave me a little smile.

"Thankfully, I was saved.

. x4 t, O, K: d& e" AMy friend saved me from doing the unspeakable."

% p- b& c) ~* s  }8 ]I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment.
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I saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile.

' [4 C7 K: J1 XNot until that moment did I realize it's depth.

3 ?9 k: S9 N/ ENever underestimate the power of your actions.

  t- P+ v1 o% _' R/ q9 KWith one small gesture you can change a person's life.
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For better or for worse.
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God puts us all in each other's lives to impact one another in some way.

Look for God in others.
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' b8 M" ?; F: wYou now have two choices, you can:

# L, ]$ Y0 x8 k5 z4 P$ }' c! r$ P% J1) Pass this on to your friends or

; R% C! _* F( [$ o$ u8 O2) Delete it and act like it didn't touch your heart.
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* |" T* w9 B+ i% y* G4 |As you can see, I took choice number 1.
7 M; V* l. C" V5 d4 r"Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly."
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There is no beginning or end.. Yesterday is history.

Tomorrow is mystery.
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+ ]  z# k4 v7 n1 j$ p1 q% \, @' qToday is a gift.

It's National Friendship Week. Show your friends how much you care. Send this to everyone you consider a FRIEND.

If it comes back to you, then you'll know you have a circle of friends.

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Yesterday is history.
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0 M4 w2 N' {. [' y1 ~! XTomorrow is mystery.

+ S& J, @# T% m( b& z0 P. a- MToday is a gift.