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One day, when I was a freshman in high school,
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I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school.4 \- z$ N7 I8 @! H: h4 Z( O
) f8 p$ u# W% q2 YHis name was Kyle.
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+ A/ q, n8 ?8 BIt 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?
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8 l, B" O$ P5 q9 l( yHe must really be a nerd."9 f+ D2 n4 M' `2 }# P
! g5 L# A* l7 R4 M5 {I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on.
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! Q1 U) ^ t& y1 ]4 c* }As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him./ w# n, J1 ~5 F; {' Q% ~" H( _
/ B5 Y. f5 h: X% b, \# M3 pThey ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt.
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His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him.9 S3 b- R1 O( Z- s0 }1 h8 M
4 `8 T7 s* ~, U0 q; IHe looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes
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My 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.
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As I handed him his glasses, I said, "Those guys are jerks.
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They really should get lives.4 P0 y0 Z6 {# d% ^
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" He looked at me and said, "Hey thanks!"
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There was a big smile on his face.
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5 F1 t1 A8 z1 r$ N" G `It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.
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$ x6 Y( e3 {% y7 F5 Q7 eI helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived.
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As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before.- ^9 b9 w6 L8 G
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He said he had gone to private school before now.! d5 [1 N, E1 v5 }% Q
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I would have never hung out with a private school kid before.- r1 ]2 @+ ?& c8 R& J
: b3 ]9 U. d; e/ g7 w2 @We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books.0 G7 L9 M. F, r3 l
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He turned out to be a pretty cool kid.
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I asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my friends.' O( v$ n5 h# b7 g2 E" f) q
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He said yes.! X* m Q: t0 u: q; _$ u
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We 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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6 f6 K3 f3 Z) U( |8 v$ ]) R% ?2 Z XMonday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again.
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I stopped him and said, "Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!
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" He just laughed and handed me half the books.4 b: S- V1 J' g6 T
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Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends.- X* x: w5 d; ?1 C1 ~8 j$ n
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When we were seniors, we began to think$ n- ~% _6 A" Y6 z5 _0 @
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) ^* J4 \% n4 k4 ]2 L) x/ ?# ?Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I
+ j/ h* G, W, x6 F; gWas going to Duke.7 f1 F2 n- o. C4 \! F$ N+ ?
7 Y7 Z' [7 C7 ^7 A; 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.0 N) m, ~) P% u8 i
" D/ e/ i: a( B. aKyle was valedictorian of our class.. }, |' d3 Y; I
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I teased him all the time about being a nerd.
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' J. m4 W. L P: S- `He had to prepare a speech for graduation.
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* E' i `& }( k# b- lI was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak
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Graduation day, I saw Kyle.
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He looked great.
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He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school.
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He filled out and actually looked good in glasses.4 H1 ?$ S0 x- z: q8 d
9 U- u& u3 _" |7 I& ~, VHe had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him.! {& T& g+ R4 t) a2 K) m
) T9 V) v1 \/ r0 h( S. ~6 UBoy, sometimes I was jealous.2 E% B) z7 }& `& V
P/ O8 J7 q/ j; X7 lToday was one of those days.7 x5 d: y/ n, b, a
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I could see that he was nervous about his speech.
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- ?8 ^3 V9 l" e! V4 r/ I3 @& kSo, I smacked him on the back and said, "Hey, big guy, you'll be great!"0 s# k6 ` }/ q. e' h
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He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled.+ E9 d7 g/ p& |/ ~
7 _( Y3 c; Z) n% d"Thanks," he said.$ V( {8 v0 q3 P5 p$ S: `% C
, l9 _2 t1 O# a% ?5 VAs he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began1 }' R: E7 H; W
, _% k% L/ V, a c3 `7 I"Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years.
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; a# p' o n( ^4 a4 C2 \Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach...but mostly your friends...0 ^/ }) i) b# N. w$ K% s
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Friend to someone is the best gift you can give them.# r- E% y& V% [& K- e9 A: R
8 ]: j, A0 S# P% l6 aI am going to tell you a story."8 Z" Y' `4 N* Y5 A: A( Q# ^
7 m3 T; t$ O+ ^9 C: PI just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met.
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1 K' O' r$ Q' `# mHe had planned to kill himself over the weekend.% E' `, f# ` ~: ?9 i7 [3 w, E
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He 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.
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8 N; s! ~0 X. G% KHe looked hard at me and gave me a little smile., i. d* `+ S4 D* \
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"Thankfully, I was saved.5 @1 C& p5 B, Y H5 K
/ M: _0 B+ D, ]* ^, q9 X( xMy friend saved me from doing the unspeakable."
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8 J/ ], Z$ A( |0 [2 i; FI 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.
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Not until that moment did I realize it's depth.* q: h4 O6 Z9 x% a) Z( B
, _$ M- w0 l" T+ CNever underestimate the power of your actions.3 D4 `8 A( R% d( E
1 f3 O t" i, JWith one small gesture you can change a person's life.
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. H u- `) E2 t2 E( S' p5 SFor better or for worse." _& H1 a: i$ _* X% M, Y' y
& U2 h$ q D( g5 P& @9 q, R) JGod puts us all in each other's lives to impact one another in some way.- w1 ^; U7 j, q
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Look for God in others.
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You now have two choices, you can:2 \% o. I& ~0 X) ]; X3 |0 h& S: @
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1) Pass this on to your friends or( B0 Q9 k# d( U
3 o' ?8 D! _8 e: Q4 z+ m" K1 w5 A2) Delete it and act like it didn't touch your heart.% ?) J9 v ^ i* R
2 ^) a c+ Q8 iAs you can see, I took choice number 1.
- h% \2 W9 |0 W( P0 j"Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly.": y( K! `+ c; J. t2 c$ I
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There is no beginning or end.. Yesterday is history.
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Tomorrow is mystery.. t4 G, ^6 U- J- C- _4 q
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Today is a gift.3 o* V) V7 `# ~1 d
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It's National Friendship Week. Show your friends how much you care. Send this to everyone you consider a FRIEND.' O5 V4 i+ Z& i
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If it comes back to you, then you'll know you have a circle of friends. |
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