>
> Here's good story.
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> >� � � � �� Take a minute to read this, it makes you
> think.......
> >
> >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 with 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, and 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 his books.
> >
> >He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him
> if he wanted to
> >play football on Saturday with me and 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're gonna
> really build 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, 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 me 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.
> >
> >You now have two choices, you can:
> >
> >� � � � � 1) Pass this on to your friends; or
> >� � � � � 2) Delete it and act like it didn't touch your
> heart.
> >� � � � � �� As you can see, I took choice number 1.
> >
> >"Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when
> our wings have
> >trouble remembering how to fly."
