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One day, when I was a freshman in high school,
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+ m7 n: Y/ i% M" Y' SI saw a kid from my class was walking home from school.
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$ W; U8 [0 _1 G# CHis name was Kyle.

It looked like he was carrying all of his
Books.

I thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday?

He must really be a nerd."

I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on.

! f, |, l' c& L1 w. c1 cAs 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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2 a' z* z4 [+ l1 S+ BMy 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.
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8 ^9 ~0 d& F/ S: P3 {They really should get lives.
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+ C; |( G& q! ?" e' `- U" He looked at me and said, "Hey thanks!"

  l. R9 X. L; E- g4 \There was a big smile on his face.
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It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.
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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.

We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books.

& @) i; ?3 F7 }1 P0 rHe turned out to be a pretty cool kid.

I asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my friends.

1 a( ~# M  x" i" c% JHe said yes.

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.

  a: ?6 b! S% N5 f$ Z# {- T# |% hI stopped him and said, "Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!

" He just laughed and handed me half the books.
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Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends.

" E, @# p+ p4 H/ SWhen we were seniors, we began to think
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Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I
Was going to Duke.
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0 i% T# A+ Q8 `/ R! o1 {( a) dI knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem.

He was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship.
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Kyle was valedictorian of our class.

I teased him all the time about being a nerd.

9 m5 ^* Z; [$ u2 L; THe 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.

7 n1 K% K) n: N; P- H5 cHe looked great.

6 x' }5 i& Q1 y7 G5 Y/ BHe 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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8 \/ v% h6 d. _He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him.

' t0 m% [9 _& Z! a+ H5 ^Boy, sometimes I was jealous.

" B7 s2 a! D( |1 Z- FToday was one of those days.

- }( |3 f+ Q: U( Y/ [. {( iI could see that he was nervous about his speech.
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So, 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.
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"Thanks," he said.

, m3 l1 P$ a( y/ hAs he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began
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"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...

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Friend to someone is the best gift you can give them.
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0 Y+ j/ N8 C1 C- S. J% f8 ?I am going to tell you a story."
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& I) c+ T4 K& {9 h$ ?* YI just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met.
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2 D! F) j1 K9 d/ _7 O! mHe had planned to kill himself over the weekend.
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" f! D/ [- p& i& g: e& L) R: oHe 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.
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/ |* G9 H* U; {8 ]"Thankfully, I was saved.

2 U, R" ]0 Z0 `; iMy friend saved me from doing the unspeakable."
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- x: ]& t+ A) t: H, s: c: mI heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment.
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+ y( X, v4 C9 P( C2 LI 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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+ u# x, i6 I$ I4 v3 @: D2 @0 o$ r; CNever 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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) x( V; q- B9 j4 X9 O1 @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.

Look for God in others.

You now have two choices, you can:
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2) Delete it and act like it didn't touch your heart.
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4 F, X+ ^1 o1 Y  aAs 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."

2 F7 F6 U8 M, `! K; {There is no beginning or end.. Yesterday is history.

Tomorrow is mystery.

; q. S$ `. |6 _  SToday is a gift.
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4 R+ S9 D; D+ {/ b9 ~1 xIt's National Friendship Week. Show your friends how much you care. Send this to everyone you consider a FRIEND.

! T3 C6 t5 ~5 v  i! O4 U* d: r4 lIf it comes back to you, then you'll know you have a circle of friends.

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Yesterday is history.

  p% U, N. H  O# T+ PTomorrow is mystery.

Today is a gift.