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One day, when I was a freshman in high school,8 b( Q2 E) i8 C
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I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school.( |0 w$ G* K1 U2 I5 D
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His name was Kyle.
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' v3 {8 D- x. b1 jIt looked like he was carrying all of his
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' x6 G! ?& | T) R2 b+ k+ hI thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday?
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0 p9 I: g! f' VHe must really be a nerd."
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" g4 R/ L7 N/ X- p9 e8 s2 o/ 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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, T& }- r" {% @0 D+ ?As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him.2 j5 ] m" b* w) S3 z
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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.: q N6 E1 A0 s6 G
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His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him.
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6 a8 Q( q' q/ G$ R) lHe looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes. Z+ m' v" t( d! q6 w. K
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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." [' v+ D" x) Q3 I, J* g: \
: O j5 H U" o# cAs I handed him his glasses, I said, "Those guys are jerks.
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They really should get lives. c' K3 @: F Z! t
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" He looked at me and said, "Hey thanks!"
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There was a big smile on his face.$ O& q" L; B' O
, x: I% y: @+ d1 PIt was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.; ?$ I6 p" `7 ~4 x3 \
( z3 i/ `& b9 ~1 x3 ` A% lI helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived.& q- {' ^1 t7 N U( @6 ^" i8 D
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As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before.
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8 S& {- `5 N6 U- o( I% X* Z2 JHe 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., F) j& X. t! s. O
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We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books.. J l6 u1 j# S2 r( m2 A
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He turned out to be a pretty cool kid.9 q0 c1 A1 H9 c1 t
# B |1 z* h- r1 L$ JI asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my friends.2 i: v7 D6 l# |! y
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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.$ e5 m" L1 m9 r9 n4 H' c
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Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again.: |; \- h A. T7 b9 V+ }" i
; U6 S/ P) B1 B# dI stopped him and said, "Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!
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: _. ^. q& N4 `! M9 L" He just laughed and handed me half the books.
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Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends.2 S" J. ~# @3 O, J- T6 S! H3 E
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When we were seniors, we began to think. n) R5 g- j9 C
About college.+ E1 ^% k$ _% O$ `! d* i7 N
' F5 n2 N1 y- ]Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I
5 Y3 {! b- o% U% |/ xWas going to Duke.: ^% b7 d0 e& k, D
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I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem.) x9 V# F/ g! B# ?1 s: X0 b$ r
+ Q4 ~/ f5 t" T" F) mHe was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship.
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: \3 T/ u) U/ A% s- a& pKyle was valedictorian of our class.
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6 F- M h7 G. vI teased him all the time about being a nerd.' ]0 J, c' L# |# B' \* a; T |
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He had to prepare a speech for graduation.* b! k4 F r& Z6 D3 y5 \; t. [
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$ v: h% ]- U* K2 ]0 K. Q2 FGraduation day, I saw Kyle.0 p5 a' t2 \4 q( h' E: g
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He looked great.
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He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school.2 w. O3 O2 m) h* L+ G2 V
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He filled out and actually looked good in glasses.
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j+ X9 K. E( J$ K8 c6 F/ d8 @; {He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him.0 E9 e% Z7 i: `" l/ p! ]2 P
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% R x; ^' ?0 J" b1 y/ z- T& CToday was one of those days.6 N u$ {, ]6 f" q! x
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I could see that he was nervous about his speech.
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; n" f) J# x. M0 S" g& _# `$ ASo, 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.+ C& j5 `) ~! i4 a" Z# l1 |3 T/ N
3 O0 C: R0 a7 i, _ y( d"Thanks," he said.
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As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began% U# E; H0 k6 O" v
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"Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years.
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Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach...but mostly your friends...
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4 D# L6 }0 }# f' p. l4 M L% f; JI am here to tell all of you that being a
: z- I# C" z! [: Q5 T/ ?& mFriend to someone is the best gift you can give them.+ j* r0 f# F0 @8 N9 h6 P
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I am going to tell you a story."
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I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met.6 N- b# W& J3 j" g0 [$ M _0 L
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He had planned to kill himself over the weekend.- r5 O9 @8 `$ @/ J& N( N d
, u) J: d1 p- t; K2 EHe 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.: v7 D; A) |- T2 o
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He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile.
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"Thankfully, I was saved.
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My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable."
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; ]8 B, M* _, ]% [I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment.- I; e5 o- O' ~* r) i
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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.
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: G: f! \8 T' ]* ZNever underestimate the power of your actions.
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* J7 K6 I$ o7 ?. kWith one small gesture you can change a person's life.
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" J. j9 k9 ]: m2 n4 mFor better or for worse.: k' P9 |1 h' G- i: k( n
" s% {+ R+ R0 y, Z& j1 qGod puts us all in each other's lives to impact one another in some way.* H N' e$ V; ?0 _; \
5 E+ E* K. U N) P3 _Look for God in others.
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You now have two choices, you can:
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8 D2 R" t1 J6 P5 _6 V6 x* S1) Pass this on to your friends or
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2) Delete it and act like it didn't touch your heart.1 m7 g- Q7 k7 W8 I" h
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As you can see, I took choice number 1.
5 {* `: Q M( v5 K"Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly."3 K4 c; t( U+ D( H) g. z0 P8 a' @
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There is no beginning or end.. Yesterday is history./ D; J5 U" c" E, I; ?! ^& z; R
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Tomorrow is mystery.
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It's National Friendship Week. Show your friends how much you care. Send this to everyone you consider a FRIEND.. @% I- {8 R8 T
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If it comes back to you, then you'll know you have a circle of friends. |
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