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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.

His name was Kyle.
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It looked like he was carrying all of his
5 E- X& H1 i/ WBooks.
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3 R& O0 K' R/ d; zI thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday?

He must really be a nerd."

, B# ?8 S3 c7 z% q. PI had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on.

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.
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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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$ L- s* x8 L9 U' B# oAs I handed him his glasses, I said, "Those guys are jerks.

They really should get lives.
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" He looked at me and said, "Hey thanks!"
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. x( P: d- W) UThere was a big smile on his face.

9 _) D% l, ?; `: FIt was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.

# r9 h( W" M3 N5 _) ~, a6 [6 TI helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived.

. G2 X) H& E- j( E% Y8 ZAs 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.

4 |6 S  B# P+ j! P  [5 rWe 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.
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I asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my friends.
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" f7 ]5 q  H0 [# _% jHe said yes.
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! R/ b5 m5 Z' @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.

Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again.

' G$ @) K, C2 {4 e: X1 Q6 B8 _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% q  g6 g; _3 y  O* w" He just laughed and handed me half the books.
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Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends.

% [: U& a/ K1 X. u% a3 v: w7 H+ kWhen 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.

* V6 J8 f  P8 i% ~% U" E" DHe was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship.
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: V9 F" \. D0 {- {0 BKyle was valedictorian of our class.
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( P1 k6 J* j& l+ dI teased him all the time about being a nerd.
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- c; e! v" s) _+ {" d/ |! VHe had to prepare a speech for graduation.

, E9 L/ F, H1 aI 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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- l" N! M; n1 n1 PHe looked great.

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

He 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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+ U0 m. }" O  s8 ^( }% x% W6 I* Y7 lBoy, sometimes I was jealous.
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0 T& T$ v- G$ F% l& VToday was one of those days.
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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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4 `4 Y1 y2 R1 AHe looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled.
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5 E" d! M( v4 H& z: ?% J6 S9 v2 a"Thanks," he said.

As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began

# a9 O0 y4 v5 u# x- |% N5 @1 P"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...

2 L' s9 P+ f4 N! M& I2 jI am here to tell all of you that being a
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4 C; |. {& o) ?6 E, o4 r! G0 bI am going to tell you a story."

" C3 L# ~& ^8 N! J# L! E* CI 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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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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# \0 k6 ?& d2 q4 v  m7 sHe looked hard at me and gave me a little smile.

0 j0 o5 f) Y. I( F- u"Thankfully, I was saved.
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My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable."
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I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment.

. i+ j% n& j4 M* V% s( HI saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile.
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( P/ `% m# T% D7 INot until that moment did I realize it's depth.
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Never underestimate the power of your actions.

# C0 ]# e, \4 H* n( K1 m. l: @With 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.
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5 X% h# V/ @, f. V" H: TLook for God in others.

You now have two choices, you can:
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/ F& D6 g" h0 h' I+ p* r3 G1) Pass this on to your friends or

2) Delete it and act like it didn't touch your heart.

- ?+ c4 ?; q5 b4 s% YAs 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."

. A( C3 A* e' e+ N. h0 }; r  D) E0 XThere is no beginning or end.. Yesterday is history.
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3 J, l! l$ ?7 c& n: {1 eTomorrow is mystery.

, G% I8 s) j# [% W; [5 WToday 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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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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* ~) W/ q8 s3 ?# t8 o7 V- j( i2 x  dTomorrow is mystery.
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" q- B& P1 {* ?2 T. oToday is a gift.