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Wednesday, 10 October 2007
02:13:15 PM (GMT)
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

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

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 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 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

Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books

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

Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach...but mostly your

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

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 others lives to impact one another in some way.

Look for Good 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 a mystery.

Today is a gift.

Bwunny says:   10 October 2007   776654  

where did you get that from i wonder?
horsemad111 says:   10 October 2007   746831  
that was soooo kool what u did for that boy even tho u didnt know him
u helped him . thats a true freind hes lucky to hae a freind like u 
‹MEGaSaur rawwwrrr :3› says:   10 October 2007   216134  
always make new friends

that is what i try and do
Bwunny says:   10 October 2007   251684  

*dies in hysterics*
‹MEGaSaur rawwwrrr :3› says:   10 October 2007   522719  
as im ur friend

u cant die
Bwunny says:   10 October 2007   547495  
*is dead*

ndabf says:   10 October 2007   188656  
wow. just wow
etspecial says:   25 October 2007   481628  
awwww dats so cute. yay he didnt kill himself cuz of his friend.
Bwunny says:   11 November 2007   371955  
*is in hysterics all over again*
‹MEGaSaur rawwwrrr :3› says:   11 November 2007   522429  
hahaha aint u the cool 1

‹HyperStrawberries!› says:   11 November 2007   981961  
Whoa. That was really intresting *wink*
Bwunny says:   21 September 2008   551697  
*dies of hysterics again*
‹MEGaSaur rawwwrrr :3› says :   21 September 2008   892194  
yeah i no what you mean fatty girl ^^


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