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

; r1 Y2 a2 @0 pI saw a kid from my class was walking home from school.

! f" P0 g: ?& q; W9 BHis name was Kyle.

It looked like he was carrying all of his
Books.
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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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& V+ r6 F' G$ x* \6 p* \: X7 r" \. l, eI 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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As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him.
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: u* V4 `8 H0 ?: h" h  g0 hThey ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt.
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4 R$ q! g. L4 {6 v. R& g% P! ?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

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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* D3 m# J; U' R- I" n# S6 XAs I handed him his glasses, I said, "Those guys are jerks.
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  w$ R  d) E7 s6 W0 p# ]They really should get lives.
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. Z0 V. j+ f" L( I# I" He looked at me and said, "Hey thanks!"

' R: S  Y) ^; {+ [There was a big smile on his face.

It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.

! g; D' v% w7 S4 I  cI 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.
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9 ^( g1 ?( ^8 c2 o4 q9 DHe said he had gone to private school before now.

+ {' N7 W9 J; w6 A/ v2 K  u* m' DI would have never hung out with a private school kid before.

We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books.
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He turned out to be a pretty cool kid.

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

9 p" b% ?# h' C+ H4 EHe said yes.
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& |3 o1 R4 n7 w! H% SWe 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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& Y( J) N% G; H' L; c& |! O) C9 dMonday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again.

I stopped him and said, "Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!

- t" Z5 ], W! x2 _- O: T" He just laughed and handed me half the books.

! g/ E6 n! j9 O( @Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends.
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  H& q$ h' J+ `When we were seniors, we began to think
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4 T7 }( q, v, M' {* ?8 F6 xKyle decided on Georgetown, and I
* U# w# H" n4 u) m3 _Was going to Duke.
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. c: |" D$ f+ oI 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.
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; L  U, k/ I) b' bKyle was valedictorian of our class.

I teased him all the time about being a nerd.
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! X3 P( |; b+ J0 ]0 WHe 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.
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He looked great.
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He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school.

% ?/ d% m; i( S0 c, BHe filled out and actually looked good in glasses.
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$ z5 d- I: n( p& v/ V8 _He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him.
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Boy, sometimes I was jealous.
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Today was one of those days.
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: |( r9 @1 L' U: P/ G6 DI 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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2 c9 R* s! P9 _& OHe looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled.
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9 T- |, t/ r: Z, U$ |"Thanks," he said.

* K8 z( t. E* d! f2 k; h5 wAs he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began

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Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach...but mostly your friends...
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! Y" p9 f7 L. X* MI am here to tell all of you that being a
( L0 |; Y9 O2 G, b4 N# x0 aFriend to someone is the best gift you can give them.

$ p. v8 l) e9 w. c8 CI 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.

He had planned to kill himself over the weekend.
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% l" r+ }! Y2 g9 [$ k5 x& }5 t; g' 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.

' v6 z6 P8 s9 B9 c6 s% c# f" W# NHe looked hard at me and gave me a little smile.

2 @3 H- C: |: g/ S  [5 x"Thankfully, I was saved.

  M% I0 m+ }  K5 K+ v( a- WMy friend saved me from doing the unspeakable."

9 Q2 U/ d  P  K3 F- K( DI heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment.

8 N9 V) Y8 M. P9 \* X4 ^) hI 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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Never underestimate the power of your actions.

' R- }; D3 x2 d9 mWith one small gesture you can change a person's life.

For better or for worse.

God puts us all in each other's lives to impact one another in some way.

Look for God in others.
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You now have two choices, you can:
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) C% U2 g: R- r, g1) Pass this on to your friends or
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" E+ G  g, Q, f! ]2) Delete it and act like it didn't touch your heart.
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$ Z$ H3 V( I- `; [! CAs you can see, I took choice number 1.
$ q* [1 Y7 z( x3 Q8 s0 f- F( P9 a- v"Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly."
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% Q( Y' c6 t8 ]! @There is no beginning or end.. Yesterday is history.

& E' ~, Q, [: O% @& Z$ O" X5 g- |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.
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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.
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Tomorrow is mystery.

Today is a gift.