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

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His name was Kyle.
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" F' l) C2 |& b% X; {It looked like he was carrying all of his
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$ r: J$ n" m! x* q# E& w  Z3 p3 f# qI 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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5 }% W) t% z/ ]: zI 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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! y) `. P* a8 K8 |As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him.

/ z' |; u4 }" P8 gThey ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt.
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, x6 f. X7 ^3 A1 y* i* l! A7 vHis glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him.

He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes

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.

As I handed him his glasses, I said, "Those guys are jerks.

They really should get lives.

+ G& }1 S0 |' a, |" He looked at me and said, "Hey thanks!"
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  X$ y3 a2 K! I: k5 m: L3 iThere was a big smile on his face.

It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.

I 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.

He said he had gone to private school before now.

I would have never hung out with a private school kid before.

7 ?3 N1 a7 U: t) l  z/ rWe talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books.

He turned out to be a pretty cool kid.

I asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my friends.
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He said yes.
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8 d  z6 B+ x9 B* F+ d" eWe 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.

0 p5 E. @2 q% V5 WI stopped him and said, "Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!

$ R2 Z; e" g& o2 _( 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.

( Q% E: x) `3 Z5 O0 R% TWhen we were seniors, we began to think
About college.
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Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I
Was going to Duke.
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I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem.

/ }' v$ g4 I+ WHe was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship.

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
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Graduation day, I saw Kyle.

He looked great.

% e* n( Q" Z4 [( O. {' T: wHe 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.

He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him.
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Boy, sometimes I was jealous.

8 c1 }3 `" ^4 f  h  ~Today was one of those days.

. f1 e& y! y$ @6 D) g% S7 [2 cI 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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1 \$ q" a7 A3 o6 B, ]1 SHe looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled.

% [" [$ r* q/ f' F# U  h5 w"Thanks," he said.
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! W: V0 n0 K8 _% \! G8 w  N# p1 WAs he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began
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- N; }6 V5 t) y% L: Q+ I"Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years.
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9 k6 k' o( I4 r1 q/ CYour parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach...but mostly your friends...
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2 l5 N. a; m! j' ^; J. w- K$ ]I am here to tell all of you that being a
$ g$ N, p  }9 ~4 \Friend to someone is the best gift you can give them.
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: B7 Q5 q0 h& C( [6 }I am going to tell you a story."

I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met.
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6 b! N  j9 z$ MHe 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.

2 Q. }! g( ]9 ]He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile.
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, M* t, W. T" c0 @"Thankfully, I was saved.

My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable."

I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment.
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: y0 _, V. C3 H! DI saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile.

) ]8 `8 Q" M7 ENot until that moment did I realize it's depth.
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' j4 O* Y3 D5 v9 {; c9 ]Never underestimate the power of your actions.
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With one small gesture you can change a person's life.
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. a7 O" J6 M+ U; b0 ^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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Look for God in others.
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You now have two choices, you can:
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: ^- l5 q+ A- P8 n) H, B5 t5 {1) Pass this on to your friends or
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- x; G2 @: p/ y+ D5 w2) Delete it and act like it didn't touch your heart.
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As 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."

7 x/ h' u5 U/ _% ^7 r" WThere is no beginning or end.. Yesterday is history.
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7 B8 o2 e4 f* ^8 U) `; g% @2 VTomorrow is mystery.
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Today is a gift.

It's National Friendship Week. Show your friends how much you care. Send this to everyone you consider a FRIEND.

If it comes back to you, then you'll know you have a circle of friends.

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Yesterday is history.

Tomorrow is mystery.
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Today is a gift.