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One day, when I was a freshman in high school,
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& y9 h7 @: _% f5 _! sI saw a kid from my class was walking home from school.
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His name was Kyle.

It looked like he was carrying all of his
Books.
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: h( B4 G, m. I, L" {) M0 OI thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday?
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0 p' N# U( _! G+ b% a+ z7 t8 ?He must really be a nerd."
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  s1 H( [$ Q& pI 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.
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/ \/ ?5 p# F+ {) K: M9 c& R5 jHis 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

- y" @6 ^4 t5 r1 B9 h9 RMy 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.
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* y% J% U- q+ y$ E+ rAs I handed him his glasses, I said, "Those guys are jerks.

They really should get lives.

$ h) D0 p- Z  U" He looked at me and said, "Hey thanks!"

& t: S# O4 C9 T& xThere was a big smile on his face.

; M" y/ p: s$ QIt was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.

( D$ C+ R/ F0 J) ^! F0 }' y+ U9 n/ _I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived.
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6 X  u0 |8 S! x! N* _4 nAs 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.
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I would have never hung out with a private school kid before.
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2 |% |5 Y' Q( N8 ^We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books.

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.

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.
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# d2 H/ S! }) QMonday 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!
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, c4 Q7 _$ ~  a+ f; x- W4 Y+ M) ?" He just laughed and handed me half the books.
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Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends.
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* \- `2 A6 t& r: ]/ jWhen we were seniors, we began to think
About college.
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+ ^- B# l6 N3 @' _' fKyle decided on Georgetown, and I
Was going to Duke.
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' b- o+ r* z9 o; [5 N. o) s. q/ tI knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem.
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He was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship.

Kyle was valedictorian of our class.

7 P" B; |7 X$ l) q4 nI teased him all the time about being a nerd.

6 z* p9 Z) [) R# p& yHe had to prepare a speech for graduation.

9 v' C! `  ]! N! ?, g2 B5 vI was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak

# s) R9 `6 l. oGraduation day, I saw Kyle.
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+ l( C" P  b$ r+ KHe looked great.
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He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school.

  E+ E0 x2 b9 @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.
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Today was one of those days.

* F1 q( I  e! d% v8 PI 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!"
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He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled.
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) R9 W; [5 h, Q" g$ S3 f* w5 Q"Thanks," he said.

# G3 I6 N* G" Q- N' H% g1 KAs he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began
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. Y2 S( H0 R2 u* X1 L+ ~: u"Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years.
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1 S( W5 |( p6 L5 C. eYour 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.
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I am going to tell you a story."
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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.
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4 g! V; H8 V# _4 X8 XHe 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.
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He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile.
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. f; k0 A% B3 k/ R, q5 h* z  D"Thankfully, I was saved.

My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable."
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/ y% d' Z8 l+ TI heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment.
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4 L3 w5 N: r" }# R4 c" `; N; ]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.

5 e4 O3 L: x2 f% c- t) FNever underestimate the power of your actions.
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With one small gesture you can change a person's life.

0 [# Q9 V0 V. MFor better or for worse.
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# Q  M4 M, Z! {God puts us all in each other's lives to impact one another in some way.
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Look for God in others.

8 Y8 Z! X4 [! IYou now have two choices, you can:
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1) Pass this on to your friends or
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2 p3 A) p! Q& Q2) Delete it and act like it didn't touch your heart.

& M5 i% Z3 N# h" \8 X/ H' qAs 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."

6 ~& q( E" |$ G( D6 w  t2 |2 bThere is no beginning or end.. Yesterday is history.

Tomorrow is mystery.
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2 x" ^- [' m. @5 H/ u6 {" z& |7 p& G  @Today is a gift.

It's National Friendship Week. Show your friends how much you care. Send this to everyone you consider a FRIEND.
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If it comes back to you, then you'll know you have a circle of friends.

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Yesterday is history.

Tomorrow is mystery.

7 c! t* u" Y6 K- l2 }- |Today is a gift.