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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.
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( H+ l* G: ~" j. CHis name was Kyle.

8 ^- M7 G9 @" T7 h0 Z4 aIt 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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He must really be a nerd."
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! v& p6 `# f; y8 R, n! fI 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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As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him.
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They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt.

His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him.

1 |+ ]" N) ^, y5 Y* i' _He 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.

- |" c1 _- W4 z& S$ l" He looked at me and said, "Hey thanks!"

5 {- A, ?5 ]* X$ cThere was a big smile on his face.

It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.

+ _; w+ p6 Z( d1 E2 iI 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.

He said he had gone to private school before now.
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3 }% ?/ a' j- d# N: H+ CI 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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( e* F: Y, ^6 s1 ZHe 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.

He 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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" k: R3 y; P3 C" R2 fMonday 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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" q( y' I$ B  r. D' J" He just laughed and handed me half the books.

) n1 z. {+ v( z% F( pOver 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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$ P0 Q& p5 K6 ]. ^% U2 D. d. l* {5 MKyle decided on Georgetown, and I
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7 e* ?' }, m- s: v+ ~  e" JI knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem.

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Kyle was valedictorian of our class.
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I teased him all the time about being a nerd.

He had to prepare a speech for graduation.

I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak

Graduation day, I saw Kyle.
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! B1 J+ \0 l! k; Z6 rHe looked great.
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* z* W) C: K: o2 {# k/ j( R4 rHe was one of those guys that really found himself during high school.
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9 G! Z0 K4 c  g0 Z+ i8 C1 `He filled out and actually looked good in glasses.
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; b3 H: G# w; H+ o# T' z: a3 P1 }He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him.

Boy, sometimes I was jealous.

1 G6 Y# o5 a" W3 O- L5 m' fToday 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!"

He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled.
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/ c3 R. T, A% P2 v! o( h/ Y2 f"Thanks," he said.

+ b: @" ^3 J4 c2 {- c- ]) gAs he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began

"Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years.

/ m7 U- q3 Z" s' x2 CYour parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach...but mostly your friends...
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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."
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, ]! w2 b* r8 o! `I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met.

He had planned to kill himself over the weekend.
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  c, v  l7 V2 S, `) {, BHe 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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He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile.

: ^- q: o- }, l  s9 g"Thankfully, I was saved.
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My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable."

; y) H- K1 ]" a6 S4 RI 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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* l5 S; }! p) b8 T- K3 r5 oNot until that moment did I realize it's depth.
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% M2 \7 ]# V' S$ y/ nNever underestimate the power of your actions.
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With one small gesture you can change a person's life.

; S: F9 x. m; P. f% [3 [- TFor better or for worse.

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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$ |% L7 F: |7 S0 Q0 i0 z0 `" FYou now have two choices, you can:

1) Pass this on to your friends or
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2) Delete it and act like it didn't touch your heart.

3 o9 j8 I; u! {2 V4 W, KAs you can see, I took choice number 1.
"Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly."

5 \$ i/ T, w5 x. u2 v1 s5 B5 e  X1 m9 HThere is no beginning or end.. Yesterday is history.

Tomorrow is mystery.

Today 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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" n. A, K/ O9 O5 ~  c* ~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.

5 z& ?. V; j/ k( p; n. r3 r; oToday is a gift.