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-----Original Message-----
From: Sikander Khan
Sent: Mon 21/11/2005 14:24
To: Ray Lambourn; Carol Bruce;
Charmaine Stint; Natalie Lewis; Lorraine Hackett; Leo Stamatakis; Louise Judd;
Shaveta Dagar; Fifin Tan; Jane Farrow
Cc:
Subject: FW:
Another touching email
Pass this on to all your friends.
Subject: FW: Another touching
email
We all know or knew someone like this!!
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
friend's 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 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 going to 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
him self 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
its 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.
"Friends
are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering
how to fly."
There is no beginning or end. Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is
mystery.
Today is a
gift.
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