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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.9 N/ ]( o( z6 H! l; r- q
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His name was Kyle.
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Books.1 {6 J3 o. _" A8 A" s
& j3 }$ y$ z" E4 Z$ A- g2 |3 II thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday?- E, p% v% K7 B0 t+ E$ u
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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.( | @2 v; C! c2 G' h$ o/ V1 q
9 ?$ ^% o; `) h UAs I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him.6 d O' h& A, N* g& l8 K8 h, l+ L1 N
% @3 ]+ z" b- J% }/ E* ~# uThey ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt.
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# m2 F8 F' I" ^* WHis glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him.4 R8 A" ?$ X% z6 k
6 F, M" W3 q8 m0 q2 Z- L" z* d& zHe looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes
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8 t: p; N( H! G) d$ T' K9 d& c) _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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% F) h. b" E0 T3 U7 P; E7 ?, yAs I handed him his glasses, I said, "Those guys are jerks." w& Z7 a @% C
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3 s0 J. A" R& }% ?6 o, ?2 M" n" He looked at me and said, "Hey thanks!"2 C: i5 v0 e% U% I; m, b, S! F; r
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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.) c% Q0 a2 P, B. R, M8 q
# S _9 T1 c! i7 |! j- wAs it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before.# |) X5 ~, x9 Q
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He said he had gone to private school before now.
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$ q: U) k+ P3 O' e7 }: MI would have never hung out with a private school kid before.3 w! f3 R6 ~* s |- k
3 S- V: v* h; A1 lWe 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." {" c4 i" ?' P+ p( Q
$ F- B( m# M c R1 ~9 |; fI asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my friends.
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V7 @8 n( @) I) ^6 V0 a0 }He said yes.
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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.3 O& G2 w# J6 i2 b2 N* n$ `
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Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again.1 x/ }# @1 z; w1 t) Y5 W' o
7 s) T4 t/ r0 J1 eI stopped him and said, "Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!( k% k0 x& v7 \* Y
1 E) Q/ ^+ l5 y0 G6 s" He just laughed and handed me half the books.
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Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends.8 d8 ^- e9 r8 Z$ P! T I
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When we were seniors, we began to think
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+ ^- o5 N; p4 L4 T) k/ }1 kKyle decided on Georgetown, and I
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- P6 |! `& G- ]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.
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+ p' s4 k' _& @" E6 @& YKyle was valedictorian of our class.
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5 @1 H' _' x. | K: y2 DI teased him all the time about being a nerd.& {, E: ]$ M8 T4 h
+ e6 z* \! ]% Y4 e5 y# q! m$ lHe had to prepare a speech for graduation./ l9 i9 b8 a" P& N) l
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I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak5 s/ w6 O& S% u- U, q+ K! C7 @
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2 w5 z8 {* D3 k3 b8 D) J% p6 PHe 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.- X5 e* ]0 m! c1 z$ Y" G- n
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He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him.
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9 h; g- }0 ]2 v* E) Q: ~5 A6 w& GBoy, sometimes I was jealous.; s: g' ^ f7 W$ Q8 M, {: C
8 \: o# k8 w/ h% g- s7 d0 w* mToday was one of those days.
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I could see that he was nervous about his speech.3 x( Y- b4 F7 ^9 u0 O; N
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So, I smacked him on the back and said, "Hey, big guy, you'll be great!"
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1 W' y% }4 P. y/ E. y8 p+ iHe looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled.9 l8 J* }7 ^: B2 h" G
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"Thanks," he said.
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& w! _( |4 L7 K) BAs 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.
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Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach...but mostly your friends... B' T! u' @+ p4 E3 g& u8 l
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I am here to tell all of you that being a
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5 F& L# V: x5 l4 W" S$ T0 EI am going to tell you a story.") V# X- S1 D- A
5 E& m: @' A' F) z, T4 k, qI just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met.
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He had planned to kill himself over the weekend.6 g& \, @( b5 H: X1 \2 ]
+ p, J3 E) G- r" THe 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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' _" g5 t$ J+ J" Y2 WHe looked hard at me and gave me a little smile.% p; Z6 @6 f+ ^; e" b0 b
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"Thankfully, I was saved.% ?$ R$ Z9 e, Z0 ?. Z; o- S) h
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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.
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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." M- @. C) H8 R9 _, v
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Never underestimate the power of your actions.
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" y( R1 M2 {1 s7 l5 ]With one small gesture you can change a person's life.
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A% m/ b& i% eFor better or for worse.
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God puts us all in each other's lives to impact one another in some way.
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3 i- x' \7 p; Z! GLook for God in others.
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You now have two choices, you can:
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$ H: F5 ?4 P1 h& ` ^1) Pass this on to your friends or1 B% n7 v$ C# o, R+ {# g
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2) Delete it and act like it didn't touch your heart.* Z1 w7 d9 g( G% ?
5 }; R; Q7 Z8 _0 I+ \% HAs you can see, I took choice number 1.2 B6 p% Y$ z8 C
"Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly."
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9 X, m( J. b' {8 r; J' JThere is no beginning or end.. Yesterday is history.% i; x' N7 ?# m( ]2 E
6 d$ c: u* J7 ?8 C0 Q% RTomorrow is mystery.
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5 N5 o; K* I! x. d, J' E2 L# ]' XToday is a gift.1 h2 B2 M9 D) o+ E- a0 h
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It's National Friendship Week. Show your friends how much you care. Send this to everyone you consider a FRIEND.' p3 ^3 @) e" o4 b: M' y7 k# v
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If it comes back to you, then you'll know you have a circle of friends. |
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