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One day, when I was a freshman in high school,
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I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school.
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His name was Kyle.
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. X& W" m$ C3 BIt looked like he was carrying all of his
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I 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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I 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.

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 ]( _6 h+ V2 _) E4 }; XHis 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
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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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As I handed him his glasses, I said, "Those guys are jerks.
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They really should get lives.
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5 P' k. @7 {) [+ h1 i" s" He looked at me and said, "Hey thanks!"
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7 V$ ~* J; B& `There was a big smile on his face.
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. p. a  ~9 t8 e2 F4 g+ R3 kIt 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.

" q. s  d; T/ H! i2 n4 {! ?As 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.
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9 {" N8 o) @4 v6 XI would have never hung out with a private school kid before.

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

$ {$ ^/ X* U- @& Q/ J8 H8 Z% vHe turned out to be a pretty cool kid.
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  e- I) b" P: |# t  g3 a3 H2 y) JI asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my friends.

$ I3 C; |# D- b( E2 o) BHe said yes.
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! A0 h6 W  s# I% q! FWe 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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I stopped him and said, "Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!

3 [% @# z2 s" p& ?" He just laughed and handed me half the books.
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+ A: t! q" r4 p# l/ Y8 @! K. aOver the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends.
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' d& i+ l# k9 g) h; X+ }. YWhen we were seniors, we began to think
About college.
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- S5 X: {  k6 R6 I7 P$ N# EKyle decided on Georgetown, and I
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) r+ p0 E5 R8 T8 C! w9 [6 {I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem.
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He was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship.

* z; E5 b- ^  ^, n) d. N! r! [9 kKyle was valedictorian of our class.

! V! ^: J- E6 z# T; v/ p3 {$ rI 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

Graduation day, I saw Kyle.
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He looked great.
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He 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.
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2 E. L, `, o9 o* S3 rHe had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him.
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Boy, sometimes I was jealous.

Today was one of those days.

4 z" }' W9 w) N6 D1 k0 B9 `I could see that he was nervous about his speech.

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0 }# q2 ?8 J$ h, J3 y4 n: {He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled.
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"Thanks," he said.
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As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began

3 g# H7 w3 O5 x: r"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...

I am here to tell all of you that being a
6 l5 S' U+ Q5 dFriend to someone is the best gift you can give them.

6 `* D( t' Z& O; V) y& Z/ uI am going to tell you a story."
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: R' G# i& d8 o3 ~' Q2 _% _I 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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- l% T6 z/ K. DHe 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.

  n7 ?4 G8 s: lHe looked hard at me and gave me a little smile.

8 p. o8 f( C  T! I$ y* y% Y' u"Thankfully, I was saved.
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My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable."
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$ e3 O" ^+ t% v* b9 P) \I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment.

; e! w! J& d( x+ {  U1 y6 c) v0 jI 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.

! ?( v7 |6 X, R4 H' @3 d4 [Never underestimate the power of your actions.
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7 T) o( _, d6 kWith one small gesture you can change a person's life.
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: F- x" R5 u- h% r  yFor better or for worse.
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; v: O: }! n; |: {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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1) Pass this on to your friends or
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2 Y4 E& q  @3 c% c$ Q9 z5 g1 b2) Delete it and act like it didn't touch your heart.

9 [. d) I' q- U9 V, {# X6 pAs you can see, I took choice number 1.
* l- @) i0 S& z; R% ~" ^"Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly."
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There is no beginning or end.. Yesterday is history.

) u  q! Z1 e' x+ `, D+ xTomorrow is mystery.
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Today is a gift.
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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.

# e( U& D8 q2 m5 Q5 TTomorrow is mystery.
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1 R0 O* b( L1 `1 R6 M  ^Today is a gift.