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One day, when I was a freshman in high school,
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6 w! a' k$ E& U6 c2 NI saw a kid from my class was walking home from school.

His name was Kyle.
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5 J. `6 E0 a  f- k5 ^9 UIt looked like he was carrying all of his
Books.

I thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday?

; Z1 F" Z! M+ O* y6 ]! `He must really be a nerd."
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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.
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As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him.

# ]: o/ G6 m! N1 {# S# @They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt.

: S2 j  F/ u. ?+ g5 M& bHis 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
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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.

; S- Q* ^1 b8 N* ^, y- vAs I handed him his glasses, I said, "Those guys are jerks.
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They really should get lives.
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" He looked at me and said, "Hey thanks!"
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8 ~$ g& y1 G1 YThere was a big smile on his face.
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& V) E$ K. V! W# J4 F0 ?" H' J% yIt was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.
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I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived.
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2 r. ]! s- N: Q" d- fAs it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before.
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. u! i- I& p% b" Y8 W0 BHe said he had gone to private school before now.
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* y, T7 G$ X1 b7 M* VI 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.

He turned out to be a pretty cool kid.
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/ M# ?' f6 a' @0 m+ a- bI asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my friends.
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) O3 S& c8 s' kHe said yes.
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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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% y8 U! u( o$ g* V0 OMonday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again.
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+ D: r# @* ]& P) b- e# ^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.
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- G" t' Y/ h8 ?! AOver the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends.
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; |1 H4 P! J3 F' gWhen we were seniors, we began to think
About college.
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2 c( E  O3 t/ q. zKyle decided on Georgetown, and I
, S0 g& \* B2 d! q) f; b) P0 gWas going to Duke.
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% z! @3 I, {$ [" V6 Q5 \/ c9 i! T4 xI knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem.
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" H8 T5 Q: p" h" dHe was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship.
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Kyle was valedictorian of our class.

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He had to prepare a speech for graduation.

* R' F, M6 p' n8 ]I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak

, q) m- \# H" r5 N5 tGraduation day, I saw Kyle.
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He looked great.

2 T& O1 K/ l5 [, G( h2 w0 LHe was one of those guys that really found himself during high school.
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He filled out and actually looked good in glasses.

* L" u/ ~% @  ~0 O, o, d' T  q' l6 FHe had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him.
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. g! K5 {" Z& KBoy, sometimes I was jealous.
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Today was one of those days.
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" }9 ~( A; Z! D2 CI 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!"

He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled.
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) X  E! C1 M, U6 \6 s* t"Thanks," he said.

' a7 W/ ~( h# g& Z0 GAs 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.
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# H$ E& h4 e5 XYour parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach...but mostly your friends...

& J) s! A0 P" |" U* c0 t; dI am here to tell all of you that being a
3 e# t) |2 u% \. J7 m8 t" @, }2 sFriend 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.

  Y0 {& S/ B: o( i. iHe had planned to kill himself over the weekend.

! d/ Y( Z. D7 L. ~  ^, `* qHe 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.

"Thankfully, I was saved.

* g' {  N  W/ ^8 n7 {! kMy 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.

2 J! T8 |$ z, {  ^6 N" q' ZI 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 it's depth.

Never underestimate the power of your actions.

With one small gesture you can change a person's life.
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1 _" L- N9 T$ w# z9 b, b# ?# oFor better or for worse.

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.

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.
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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."
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8 t1 D2 g& Z. ]; o/ \; A; mThere is no beginning or end.. Yesterday is history.
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6 L, f+ s- \/ ^, W5 S3 d0 vTomorrow is mystery.

Today is a gift.

- @% ~' D  A) @  Q% rIt's National Friendship Week. Show your friends how much you care. Send this to everyone you consider a FRIEND.

$ x6 e0 E+ `( c* iIf 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.

- ]3 L! C/ `) U0 Q; r4 r5 Y3 N1 `) jToday is a gift.