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

: m1 T7 n6 D5 t7 N) q' D7 P0 i  o) K7 tI saw a kid from my class was walking home from school.
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# d, u* d& ?/ _9 [% [( t3 vHis name was Kyle.

+ H$ B# s% \" E$ W* b/ {It looked like he was carrying all of his
Books.

" B$ ~6 V; x. p* N# Q8 dI 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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- F- K# l9 H$ q4 q) ?% k0 B+ 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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* s& x' S* O2 {4 w  F$ S3 F; gAs I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him.

2 e, S( B8 k* A* F# L( z! K8 c) YThey ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt.
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# i8 U+ s% T' S' p( \: E& C: 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
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% ?, k( f7 u5 l* f  ^6 }1 T; P) TMy 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.

' j3 w. v9 Y% N9 F# S4 ?As I handed him his glasses, I said, "Those guys are jerks.
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They really should get lives.

0 L$ j1 a3 v# R% q( p) a& Y1 l3 a" He looked at me and said, "Hey thanks!"
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" }# L- |3 @6 ?' CThere 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.

& ^: P  u$ V8 f. }8 ?% Z  j* _% v# kHe said he had gone to private school before now.
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I would have never hung out with a private school kid before.
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( z3 G6 r' y0 C3 t" l- d& \We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books.

0 O0 Z; f) q6 L+ h3 RHe 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.

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

. }1 z! v/ r7 ?( I. H- gI stopped him and said, "Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!
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6 f+ `/ f1 M( a; M( P" He just laughed and handed me half the books.

8 P9 I2 W. G: f# T# C  d4 kOver the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends.
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When we were seniors, we began to think
( p: j1 }7 Q" m, aAbout college.

Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I
. Z7 ?2 g( D- {( V; xWas going to Duke.

I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem.

, [' x8 Q, K: G, uHe was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship.
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" ]4 {; }$ L: ^+ L$ J) NKyle was valedictorian of our class.
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5 f; W# Q/ @3 \I teased him all the time about being a nerd.

8 g$ ?/ D1 |9 X1 |5 FHe had to prepare a speech for graduation.
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, ]* h. @: I9 t/ @7 UI was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak
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: v" T) O5 n$ s9 G# m; i0 zGraduation day, I saw Kyle.
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/ ^$ V% X) e( J* V6 y! oHe looked great.

He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school.
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$ G3 V4 g) y6 y4 m( R( wHe 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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9 o) T1 C" G, |& Z" ?7 pBoy, sometimes I was jealous.
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Today was one of those days.

" i9 E% ?& \1 F6 m& @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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He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled.

5 E2 ~9 ?' A  R, R. K6 ]6 q: d) E"Thanks," he said.
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As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began

3 B' t6 U6 Y/ S% ]"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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I am here to tell all of you that being a
Friend to someone is the best gift you can give them.
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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.
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1 [3 x$ o/ g6 OHe had planned to kill himself over the weekend.

0 r/ g* L9 M6 T  M( O4 RHe 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.

8 e4 T* l$ b/ i5 N5 @0 s% v. I/ }: @He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile.

"Thankfully, I was saved.
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* w6 c2 Z( ]; G/ ?9 `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 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.

% `; q  y6 j' SNever underestimate the power of your actions.

With one small gesture you can change a person's life.
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  y) `) F$ j% q' }& T7 xFor better or for worse.

God puts us all in each other's lives to impact one another in some way.
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, e$ c6 q2 s. M2 w# tLook for God in others.

You now have two choices, you can:

1) Pass this on to your friends or

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

As you can see, I took choice number 1.
2 Y' ?2 H3 g+ W" j' T3 v"Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly."

# w7 X1 e/ c1 Q" C% XThere is no beginning or end.. Yesterday is history.

Tomorrow is mystery.

Today is a gift.

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

& z- Y! h# G- ^1 gIf 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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; y# x* }6 o! [Tomorrow is mystery.
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Today is a gift.