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This is really a great story!!
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$ G; F0 O( ]2 b- p' a) u: mOne day, when I was a freshman in high school, - z/ i$ o8 N: o- N
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I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school.
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His name was Kyle.
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" @* a7 A. s8 a( e' s SIt looked like he was carrying all of his books. + p' v) Z4 V I- }6 _
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I thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? ! d6 v7 P9 g6 @1 s2 Z
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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. 6 S8 H% e( k/ Z( a' T/ S
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( M$ G* j6 q6 F! R' _# uAs I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. . z4 a- q; a4 G6 e. E1 P
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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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& g, U; `1 a" tHis glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him. : w- ~) ` B! D9 k' ?- v* `5 Z5 ?9 V
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; a1 f0 P( P; ZHe looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes
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& o+ I7 m4 n+ I6 PMy 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. * }) e9 i* c u. h
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As I handed him his glasses, I said, "Those guys are jerks. 6 q" F" X0 W- c0 g& k
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* j6 q6 g8 d s. ~1 q/ vThey really should get lives % S8 |4 j- B4 Q+ [0 _
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" He looked at me and said, "Hey thanks!" ( D0 i6 A6 X3 |8 H0 P+ \9 O
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* S/ {3 I* r1 @) f2 |% I' VThere was a big smile on his face.
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3 h6 e. w+ ~* C1 E. z E$ IIt was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude. / {' v, U5 Z- Q5 R
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8 U' a: S0 B9 M" d: c/ E9 ]I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived
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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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He 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.
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We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books. / g% Y5 i, N4 ?2 M- p
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He 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. ; \0 y* D/ w' b5 w/ J8 [) S: j
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5 S$ X5 W$ ]1 Y. t& |0 D5 c7 `, v9 VWe 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. " N0 L, X" `$ m" F8 r _
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8 R) D! l9 k L8 t# gMonday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again.
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8 @" w5 M. g: ]I stopped him and said, "Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!
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"He just laughed and handed me half the books.
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- \: R# d6 S/ H8 }* a; v" tOver the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends.
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; |& Z) ?6 \4 R+ L8 NWhen we were seniors, we began to think about college. $ T" m9 z: C8 o
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Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I
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" b0 Y. X! q& v, M+ GI knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem.
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% L* O, u! Z% C$ GHe was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship.
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6 A+ Z$ {/ H/ a6 ]6 Z) qKyle was valedictorian of our class. 7 q( A2 g) ~" j- }) m$ ?
! O( a# q3 B$ L& A9 U3 LI teased him all the time about being a nerd.
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$ s, ?4 [3 _5 f6 FHe had to prepare a speech for graduation.
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I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak , h: T' v5 Q" G4 [3 h# n
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7 O5 W6 F! \. M6 ~' Z z2 v" u# dGraduation day, I saw Kyle.
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+ d9 t6 i; T% G' T/ ?& a" SHe filled out and actually looked good in glasses.
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( f2 E1 J6 O6 XHe had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him.
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( }4 |( l" L9 b0 \Boy, sometimes I was jealous.
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Today was one of those days.
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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. : h: r9 x4 O- A. g
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"Thanks," he said.
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, h+ |8 s* S2 [1 r3 x) U6 W- {- \As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began + e7 p- g+ ^- m7 G: f- {6 P$ j
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: L( u2 Q% c. N4 _- x2 Y) V$ P. SYour parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach...but mostly your friends...
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- f4 n$ |! {; g3 I* ^' {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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* Q! D/ w8 w# S0 a, ^I am going to tell you a story." ; z6 u0 Q$ S! o9 M6 p3 Q$ e
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I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met. ; r0 U0 u$ M2 ^! d: ~+ x
% }& Y( s& P, {3 S M8 T1 FHe 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. ( r3 U+ R! b% |
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He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile. 9 c0 h+ T! ~, m; D. B/ P
6 y z, b3 F& f3 i"Thankfully, I was saved.
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My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable."
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/ A* s" a7 L- w5 p: L0 BI heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment.
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" \ j, t) i/ O3 AI 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 its depth.
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Never underestimate the power of your actions. " j: y$ z# W, A' F
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- Y! J; B2 l. zGod puts us all in each other's lives to impact one another in some way. ; _2 W$ B6 Q7 Z" f, _: c. J4 _4 K
; A J5 A. U. Y2 ~$ q6 k e0 \3 S zLook for God in others. |
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