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

7 a, C2 o9 A* yI saw a kid from my class was walking home from school.

His name was Kyle.
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" i  i3 |5 p( R& N: E4 A2 U$ AIt looked like he was carrying all of his
Books.
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I thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday?
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0 t8 \  s- b* {) AHe must really be a nerd."

9 O7 i+ z+ c5 q6 b/ o9 aI 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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% p! [' E( x- F& d) J2 PAs I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him.

They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt.

9 ]. E$ |$ r2 W0 m% l1 G: y. m: jHis glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him.
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He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes

0 V: c& i5 r) ^8 g/ ZMy 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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6 S( T) Y% N9 [) h, s( K6 kAs I handed him his glasses, I said, "Those guys are jerks.

: `  M6 a+ S& z, F  L$ dThey really should get lives.
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" He looked at me and said, "Hey thanks!"
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+ p- v) l7 q4 j& z# w' V+ DThere was a big smile on his face.

It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.
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, r0 @; z% R1 p6 o& v; j: AI helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived.

As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before.
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/ ?. B! r: ~3 ?/ H4 T  O4 RHe said he had gone to private school before now.
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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.

3 o4 v, A/ E7 c' j; n" O7 CHe said yes.
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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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Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again.

' M# q2 c8 q: gI stopped him and said, "Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!

- c. r) Z1 E" P6 q9 P% X" He just laughed and handed me half the books.
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Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends.
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When we were seniors, we began to think
About college.
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Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I
Was going to Duke.

I 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.

! l7 d% v8 t: j+ j7 iKyle was valedictorian of our class.

& b5 V3 @& H: KI teased him all the time about being a nerd.
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He 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.

He looked great.
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He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school.

% n1 z: |! f$ |/ h5 O9 i/ Z. D, eHe filled out and actually looked good in glasses.

: @3 ~, T# c' A' x! D4 _1 RHe had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him.

; F5 m+ |8 h& k, S7 h; C* @* \/ zBoy, sometimes I was jealous.

" s2 B$ p+ s0 a3 U4 P' [Today was one of those days.
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I could see that he was nervous about his speech.
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4 l% k/ _8 H( [7 c6 B/ [, K0 QSo, I smacked him on the back and said, "Hey, big guy, you'll be great!"

, h/ G& \& e+ y% G$ j* Y5 i6 NHe looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled.
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"Thanks," he said.
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As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began
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2 K& L0 @1 X- d, c"Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years.

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.

I am going to tell you a story."

# I! _8 d! a: J0 w. c. G) _I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met.
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2 q5 `0 |9 [: t4 x. ]He had planned to kill himself over the weekend.
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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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: l5 M5 j; ~" K3 ~, c) ~* D5 C/ GHe looked hard at me and gave me a little smile.
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"Thankfully, I was saved.

My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable."

# @4 z; }0 ^. o* z! \; \0 f- \I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment.
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7 K# j/ W6 z! q$ x# RI saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile.

Not until that moment did I realize it's depth.
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Never underestimate the power of your actions.
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6 J2 T0 M8 Z& N! bWith one small gesture you can change a person's life.
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For better or for worse.

; r( t0 ~9 f) [+ eGod puts us all in each other's lives to impact one another in some way.
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' h5 |0 j- k* t" L0 e- gLook for God in others.

You now have two choices, you can:

5 r2 o/ K7 D0 t6 c8 G% i' W1) Pass this on to your friends or
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4 T, ]* g" T* ~5 F  F% ]2) Delete it and act like it didn't touch your heart.

As you can see, I took choice number 1.
3 j8 c5 ?5 [% D! h: 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.
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4 V: w5 J! Q9 [& C  r. S/ eTomorrow is mystery.
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3 n) P+ L2 L7 F3 q. a% J+ cToday is a gift.

It's National Friendship Week. Show your friends how much you care. Send this to everyone you consider a FRIEND.
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# }/ t( q. n  @' @  D* ^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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Tomorrow is mystery.

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