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One day, when I was a freshman in high school,
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, F& I/ i" V% M, J. uI saw a kid from my class was walking home from school.
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( u3 S+ w$ n1 x" ~6 dHis name was Kyle.0 H% W( k$ B: _+ v! _4 i
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It looked like he was carrying all of his
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. H1 Q6 M, l# I2 _/ q4 _I thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday?1 T0 S& c$ E( b; A$ \
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He must really be a nerd."9 G1 T/ R `* x$ q
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I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on.$ _$ S2 h' p! b4 g0 x) P4 Y
) M; q0 x/ k q. Y* n: U. gAs 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.
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6 a9 C, l4 M2 F) k1 A- ~His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him.9 }0 m4 k+ k7 q6 Q
4 n2 K+ M$ h( o3 j/ e/ w8 ^) aHe looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes
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: C3 y, K, z% F; V& U7 f, lMy 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./ i) I' @- U3 W. ~) {3 P
" d9 u/ U' E* OAs I handed him his glasses, I said, "Those guys are jerks.4 |! D0 E7 L$ I, W+ ?
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They really should get lives.: u; a, P. n! A
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" He looked at me and said, "Hey thanks!". Q% W6 c% S$ p4 j! X" J# t
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There was a big smile on his face., I2 D3 ]- I+ I3 }- ^ o
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It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.8 p' Z* o3 x( A7 e7 T1 ~+ U, t
7 ?2 Y$ f1 V) h- pI 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.7 D8 N9 ~3 U' J w
- x5 w% s) p+ C5 X' rHe said he had gone to private school before now.
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; U1 d4 e. [. X0 b' L: _4 NI would have never hung out with a private school kid before.
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We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books.
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. E' O; _* d& t1 a' JHe turned out to be a pretty cool kid.& u: s0 d0 ~) k6 A6 c' n& `3 C, a! k
5 |4 o+ ?9 o* {- {( @; V* N" pI asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my friends.
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He said yes.
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" A; i3 X6 D7 u9 e0 m9 aWe 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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Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again.
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% v# k7 _6 L7 F1 P" F9 \9 |: A1 bI stopped him and said, "Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!0 b8 Y0 B) h$ ^1 C
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" He just laughed and handed me half the books.1 j |# m; u' X& i
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Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends.
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When we were seniors, we began to think
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! V/ e' ~ w( y) j- ]" OKyle decided on Georgetown, and I
# X% Q7 o2 o# u7 t5 aWas going to Duke.3 p5 x, J/ ~) _: L" H
5 }8 w5 I) O$ q) s* cI knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem.1 a; H+ t9 v L% A
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He was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship.
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! V. o! f2 o6 k! q5 h+ A4 E5 rKyle was valedictorian of our class.
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I teased him all the time about being a nerd.) Z& @+ P& Q( L3 C& A0 N7 U/ d
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He had to prepare a speech for graduation.
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6 x# r) h% d4 w$ OI was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak0 A& z$ P9 [7 [
" W- H: w0 B9 x" G3 xGraduation day, I saw Kyle.
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He looked great.5 k* M X( P+ l$ p' m. z
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He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school.9 g" e7 d9 w" I- D" z8 B7 W: {6 P
+ R0 Q+ I {* D' |; C) dHe 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.7 r3 v# s. J& l! F
/ a9 O+ C/ w s" i; ^) Z2 Y7 ?Boy, sometimes I was jealous.
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( |5 {7 p7 _3 s: i" ~Today was one of those days.
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I 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.5 b6 \/ i; g, G" t, X9 i
+ Q8 m9 R9 |$ K"Thanks," he said.3 m" p2 Q0 l' h0 Y
( @. z2 p' i8 A9 D# {4 YAs he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began
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8 ^# f+ {( a9 i4 H0 a5 a! D1 l"Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years.
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/ ?7 T2 ]& i M# rYour parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach...but mostly your friends... p1 c' L2 @/ p
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I am here to tell all of you that being a3 s! l6 ^3 G* F# A$ A! c5 T+ x* H
Friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. v$ n3 H5 b0 t5 W3 a- N4 j+ F
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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.. M4 S, f+ o" X4 C. d k$ }5 S! ^
( Y4 g1 Z" ?* H1 A8 J# KHe had planned to kill himself over the weekend.% P& L! V, C0 H' N0 D+ L/ w
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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.+ w* h5 q4 L: X- d
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He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile.+ J% V, m$ k( A/ M0 z/ P2 u
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"Thankfully, I was saved.
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0 r, d! _/ ^& h; `% gMy friend saved me from doing the unspeakable."9 P+ [. Q7 v1 G0 F- m3 G
) N! [9 m% W# P% X6 `5 T+ oI 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.# X* _ ]& A! P* x# g* F- B: C
6 l& P+ B9 }2 y/ e& f7 BNot until that moment did I realize it's depth.
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( S2 K( p4 _, T6 k7 E, ENever underestimate the power of your actions., I7 D4 J& N6 g/ a& ^9 D' m
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With one small gesture you can change a person's life.: i) K2 T) @7 q3 z
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For better or for worse.1 G5 h7 E4 [) A- o
1 ~8 |" T% s" I6 RGod puts us all in each other's lives to impact one another in some way.
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Look for God in others.2 j9 W* q- r4 l6 I
) B2 m X; h$ i8 QYou now have two choices, you can:
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) P! i: ]' }6 q* l9 c% [ ~- T1) Pass this on to your friends or5 M% Y9 N9 _- \5 e
! x! ]& y) }5 J& f( Q2) Delete it and act like it didn't touch your heart.! W7 u" m$ [, Q0 J/ o6 u
9 F! P1 w7 D! s, RAs you can see, I took choice number 1.! v7 v" A+ `( R3 A
"Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly."0 n# p. }# H( }
p; I& B3 Y# T% a; _/ wThere is no beginning or end.. Yesterday is history.
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Tomorrow is mystery., K) k- M% T2 |
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( k7 `. X6 _9 R9 g2 B1 zIt's National Friendship Week. Show your friends how much you care. Send this to everyone you consider a FRIEND.
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& Z; T0 e/ M n/ _! o7 oIf it comes back to you, then you'll know you have a circle of friends. |
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