high school

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

>I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school.

>His name was Kyle.

>It looked like he was carrying all of his books.

>I thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring home all his books on a
>Friday?

>He must really be a nerd."

>I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my
>friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on.

>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.

>His 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.

>My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him and as he crawled
>around looking for his glasses, I saw a tear in his eye.

>As I handed him his glasses, I said, "Those guys are jerks.

>They really should get lives."

>He looked at me and said, "Hey thanks!"

>There 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.

>He said he had gone to private school before now.

>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.

>He turned out to be a pretty cool kid.

>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.
>
>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!"

>He just laughed and handed me half the books.

>Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends.

>When we were seniors, we began to think
>about college.

>Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I
>was going to Duke.

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

>He was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football
>scholarship.

>Kyle was valedictorian of our class.

>I teased him all the time about being a nerd.

>He had to prepare a speech for graduation.

>I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak

>Graduation day, I saw Kyle.

>He looked great.

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

>He filled out and actually looked good in glasses.

>He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him.

>Boy, sometimes I was jealous!

>Today was one of those days.

>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!"

>He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and
>smiled.

>"Thanks!," he said.

>As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began

>"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...

>I am here to tell all of you that being a
>friend to someone is the best gift you can give them.

>I 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.

>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.

>He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile.

>"Thankfully, I was saved.

>My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable."

>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.

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

>Never underestimate the power of your actions.

>With 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.
>I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school.

>His name was Kyle.

>It looked like he was carrying all of his books.

>I thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring home all his books on a
>Friday?

>He must really be a nerd."

>I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my
>friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on.

>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.

>His 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.

>My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him and as he crawled
>around looking for his glasses, I saw a tear in his eye.

>As I handed him his glasses, I said, "Those guys are jerks.

>They really should get lives."

>He looked at me and said, "Hey thanks!"

>There 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.

>He said he had gone to private school before now.

>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.

>He turned out to be a pretty cool kid.

>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.

>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!"

>He just laughed and handed me half the books.

>Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends.

>When we were seniors, we began to think
>about college.

>Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I
>was going to Duke.

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

>He was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football
>scholarship.

>Kyle was valedictorian of our class.

>I teased him all the time about being a nerd.

>He had to prepare a speech for graduation.

>I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak

>Graduation day, I saw Kyle.

>He looked great.

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

>He filled out and actually looked good in glasses.

>He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him.

>Boy, sometimes I was jealous!

>Today was one of those days.

>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!"

>He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and
>smiled.

>"Thanks!," he said.

>As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began

>"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...

>I am here to tell all of you that being a
>friend to someone is the best gift you can give them.

>I 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.

>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.

>He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile.

>"Thankfully, I was saved.

>My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable."

>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.

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

>Never underestimate the power of your actions.

>With 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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