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One day, when I was a freshman in high school,
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6 h4 Z# z' r5 B) ]* `. RI saw a kid from my class was walking home from school.
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8 }5 ]- o  T1 lHis name was Kyle.
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, j% y$ q7 B$ N. A. I" JIt looked like he was carrying all of his
Books.
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5 o7 r& w+ B  l/ A" t* F8 r2 m, WI thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday?
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' o# W4 L. ?, C) T. Q! mHe 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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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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& ?+ @' R, a& A( p3 O; y6 BHis glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him.

# e, n8 P, T9 i7 \1 P8 PHe looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes
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8 R! h$ Q6 Z: K; kMy 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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. v3 ]; Y& Y% [, i- `3 D9 Y6 H, z% sAs I handed him his glasses, I said, "Those guys are jerks.

# Z4 R! s& d- D! u  d, n+ k* w: ZThey really should get lives.

( @7 T" L7 L  R7 M& g% E. m% P" _" He looked at me and said, "Hey thanks!"

There was a big smile on his face.

8 _" n3 H2 S- A8 dIt 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.

- L. D; |4 {$ R% H- eHe 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.

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

/ Z4 i2 w% ]( r6 GHe 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.
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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.

Monday 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!

5 j& G+ k: e3 d) u2 M4 `' _, {- c6 p" He just laughed and handed me half the books.
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Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends.

, |. _+ K& Q, R' e$ a0 j# ]When we were seniors, we began to think
About college.

Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I
Was going to Duke.
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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.

' P1 Q' {/ i$ [1 w+ I. GKyle was valedictorian of our class.

I teased him all the time about being a nerd.
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He had to prepare a speech for graduation.

7 I! R3 ?5 ?. H% fI was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak

' G* Q( i* t- Z, @4 ?5 u0 RGraduation day, I saw Kyle.
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) n% d# c5 }8 L" I# \He looked great.

He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school.

, W8 ]0 d( }2 E4 M3 ]& M' z, Z5 THe 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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Boy, sometimes I was jealous.
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. g4 }) C* a. Q$ Q; vToday was one of those days.
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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.
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"Thanks," he said.
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2 r1 M4 Z$ U3 ^4 [6 l2 r" t  oAs he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began
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- o3 @$ B. E- M& U"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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1 U3 m: E( b. L8 kI am going to tell you a story."

8 V& H5 [8 C- {1 W9 ^6 _I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met.

7 |! u6 n* [. E9 N1 v8 }- aHe had planned to kill himself over the weekend.

" A& L" M) ?8 e3 c8 sHe 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.

5 V+ K" w% q+ o$ E! q$ z& o9 zHe looked hard at me and gave me a little smile.

"Thankfully, I was saved.
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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.

Not until that moment did I realize it's depth.

7 k/ G( w+ h. j) o9 O- }6 A3 BNever underestimate the power of your actions.
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2 x' n& b8 {1 S( RWith one small gesture you can change a person's life.

For better or for worse.
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& E( c7 g5 O# Y+ i- q8 _God puts us all in each other's lives to impact one another in some way.
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% Z( h* U8 j; ~. X' v6 P. R+ dLook 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

; b3 [8 U  a; v; I2) Delete it and act like it didn't touch your heart.

: p/ ?* R8 c) p1 dAs you can see, I took choice number 1.
' O: V" E, h) g6 S( f% N"Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly."
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/ H7 M/ [1 D- UThere is no beginning or end.. Yesterday is history.

Tomorrow is mystery.
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0 H9 o8 U: O( o  @Today is a gift.

0 q. ?9 @! ^. N# w4 @It's National Friendship Week. Show your friends how much you care. Send this to everyone you consider a FRIEND.

+ ~. c0 Z5 I  }& z' p3 zIf 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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$ r$ ~0 x  B& B7 m  q# A" A/ rTomorrow is mystery.
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' {- f  I( O( h/ v/ }Today is a gift.