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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." `! k- B D7 x
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It looked like he was carrying all of his# w( r' w( O8 ]: R+ K1 U
Books.
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; }* l) o8 o) l* Y1 K& {4 iI thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday?0 t2 r) c' R1 M0 y/ V5 m! G$ W
, a% ?& ^" V9 A; B! H+ g/ \3 R2 }0 uHe 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.
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( Y( K$ ~) A* ?As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him.2 Q* ]) g/ p8 p/ v7 U0 I
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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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5 y4 u' p3 W+ ~9 ~8 uHis glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him.
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' k" f: }+ p2 F- Z( L7 l8 zHe looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes8 V3 T" [& {+ l) |& n
2 e$ U+ k: `! K$ S3 CMy 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.) E! ~+ M5 `) m. V
' |* F9 X/ L, u+ hAs I handed him his glasses, I said, "Those guys are jerks.# e: O8 c9 o; [9 I' R8 H
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/ b9 A: r3 q5 R" He looked at me and said, "Hey thanks!". c) F, H1 o5 b) X2 U! R1 ~
- u3 t- o, J7 D. u- a# {There was a big smile on his face.
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It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.) i. g6 V9 o, c) u. R2 G
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I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived.! S! ?9 C, ~& ~6 \# M
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As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before.
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# }. W6 R" \! X; ?; vHe said he had gone to private school before now.; F! Q' ^3 `2 h1 ], `% O1 n
9 K( H+ m5 K6 B, s4 A8 `/ l) s, UI would have never hung out with a private school kid before.$ ~- B$ N- @* [6 S6 Z& C _( c& E. n
! ^, r5 e3 g5 }& IWe talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books.( h+ _& f8 Q8 d* T% c+ M Z5 @
; f: K$ g- x1 r, {) y5 vHe turned out to be a pretty cool kid." E( x% x% N w
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I asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my friends.
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9 f4 i4 i. J" B0 O. J i4 DHe said yes., N* b; n2 ^- {
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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.: ~( p3 w! c9 @" T% N% S
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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!
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; g2 y5 E/ E# Y/ B( S" He just laughed and handed me half the books.( p3 K. v. l1 Q# P8 S4 F0 o. j
) u0 [3 q) r2 Z. u$ `" m% O' hOver the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends.7 a& y* R5 |3 }. A+ N4 i$ ?) ~
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When we were seniors, we began to think
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Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I8 C, ^: }2 v6 ^. C# t, }6 m1 U
Was going to Duke.0 \9 G8 |. q% f5 K$ j0 g0 ]
. E5 S' L* Q1 A$ S5 vI knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem.6 a# p/ ?: _* {" O& B: s
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He was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship.# C( f1 C# t y
+ I" w7 Q0 y# `' z; h3 mKyle was valedictorian of our class.* i( f9 T! _- j9 \3 X; s9 J8 W, B
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I teased him all the time about being a nerd., h/ e9 U% Y' ]( T! x% t
( S+ ]8 E3 z9 Q3 g2 T5 m! B* k HHe had to prepare a speech for graduation.$ L) x3 T' s: S& R
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I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak, s& o- s, _# {, ?. j) J- D. H9 R
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Graduation day, I saw Kyle.; K$ x6 [, A: D4 V
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He looked great.
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( q/ _1 G. b7 ]4 t9 v U DHe was one of those guys that really found himself during high school.
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" V, a% {; P' F( S) T7 k% Y$ Z. {4 iHe filled out and actually looked good in glasses. m9 a7 [3 W/ X3 T$ Q. x9 [( m
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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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p8 N0 ]. `$ G9 y$ T& s T4 T6 V# ?! SToday was one of those days.* i8 B0 N8 n8 E' l* E) j
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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.2 P* l; }# o9 a( f* p$ @4 G
' \1 h2 h# `9 Y: y"Thanks," he said.
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' m9 Y) N4 j! E) C4 P$ JAs 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.7 I+ ]# {9 J2 f; @& u/ K
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Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach...but mostly your friends.../ e0 E" C3 d/ v$ b5 b& h/ [
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I am here to tell all of you that being a
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6 `% x \6 \, n; Y8 R% }0 cI am going to tell you a story."4 l F3 u1 n$ K9 a7 Y+ k
. C- ~+ Q/ \, {2 QI just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met.
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1 l5 n i5 x9 M% x- b0 GHe had planned to kill himself over the weekend.
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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.; t" |$ z( z, D! ]' }% m
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He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile.
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"Thankfully, I was saved.
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" F( U M8 X3 u9 q' ^My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable."
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) p6 S; k6 \+ Q! Z1 e& M! l- uI heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment. ?5 I$ h7 B& _0 `1 h
- ~9 N1 ^1 `' k c+ @% P3 fI saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile.- e2 d4 R# U* y4 K; n; j) ]
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Not until that moment did I realize it's depth.
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8 E& O$ B3 {: h" sNever underestimate the power of your actions.
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$ I& q5 w4 `: U# n2 Z4 Q7 }With one small gesture you can change a person's life.
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' G/ {/ [: ^ _4 P0 L! `1 m7 QFor better or for worse.
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God puts us all in each other's lives to impact one another in some way.. G/ o7 A8 j$ q# l( F0 p) e
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Look for God in others.
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* k, |6 [3 f8 {+ uYou now have two choices, you can:
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9 r! I! [+ b: k; b3 z3 c$ `& G1) Pass this on to your friends or
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U8 @( w+ T, {5 z) I: S2) Delete it and act like it didn't touch your heart.
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' g3 x+ F5 x- f/ tAs you can see, I took choice number 1.
% W# n2 |$ v- C) Y"Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly."+ v% r: A; k- \: J
3 _: {0 r" h3 V4 p* ^0 L: }% Z1 z2 N0 }There is no beginning or end.. Yesterday is history.1 f, s. X2 A4 n6 E4 x2 F4 I
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Tomorrow is mystery.
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j; B4 y1 u* Y( vToday 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.4 o5 f# x: n3 b' t0 g+ r; p# F
0 i U( B5 ~- K3 OIf it comes back to you, then you'll know you have a circle of friends. |
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