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One day, when I was a freshman in high school,

. I& X) h5 d, J& W% `; \. \I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school.

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It looked like he was carrying all of his
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I thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday?

* a% p2 m$ x7 W: R) b$ l, HHe 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 on.
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7 G6 T1 a! W3 R5 R: nAs 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.

' H; `! Q. f6 I0 n+ mHis glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him.

& f/ @0 h: h& {/ wHe looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes

6 L2 X) T% H' P8 h4 g* a" S8 NMy 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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As I handed him his glasses, I said, "Those guys are jerks.
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They really should get lives.

. {/ l6 q: P, m; }  a* g" He looked at me and said, "Hey thanks!"

There was a big smile on his face.

# y* p( E- U+ {  P' d' s/ F& QIt was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.

* i. M9 Y: T. \I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived.
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As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before.

8 Z% x9 G. p  }0 L" WHe 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.

We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books.
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He turned out to be a pretty cool kid.

$ `# J2 p2 c: ?& {2 [' jI asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my friends.

He said yes.

8 M7 m: |" [6 i6 ?6 VWe 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.

0 R  B/ y0 n( M8 }# y& PMonday 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!

1 s3 s( z2 G, ~& f! q" He just laughed and handed me half the books.
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Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends.

5 d9 I8 \0 Z) n. _9 c) T. BWhen we were seniors, we began to think
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Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I
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I 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.
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) l0 j; e% Y! N8 Y( {$ R: \Kyle was valedictorian of our class.
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, v" z* X% S! g1 A' ^/ M+ rI 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.
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( u9 G7 ^& }4 ^8 p% K  kHe was one of those guys that really found himself during high school.
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# }/ }% a' R/ E1 IHe filled out and actually looked good in glasses.

7 i& J7 e) |+ a) z; v% p" rHe had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him.
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: s0 {9 B6 j9 Q! HBoy, sometimes I was jealous.
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& q, G1 S! P* ]; s" LToday was one of those days.
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. Q7 f/ g: s2 y; W3 \; XI could see that he was nervous about his speech.

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He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled.
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"Thanks," he said.
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; H1 t, J) F, z+ N& aAs 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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3 ^( L6 B# H7 m4 s# AYour parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach...but mostly your friends...
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# a$ [2 c2 Y2 R' K2 {/ q- b! cI am here to tell all of you that being a
9 V$ o' v2 l% Y1 }+ K) IFriend 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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$ y7 ^+ C# w4 l1 uI just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met.

3 W& f- d5 ^9 Y  Z, W" U7 rHe had planned to kill himself over the weekend.
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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.
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He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile.

/ D* h" A, I2 w: a"Thankfully, I was saved.
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3 ?- O0 z$ T0 m/ ZMy friend saved me from doing the unspeakable."

6 `# Y. k1 Q; a9 @I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment.
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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.

' H1 U# W8 L8 R$ q' ~0 sWith one small gesture you can change a person's life.
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' A+ q/ @! Y6 D4 J7 ~" `For 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.
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  o+ E% j# C& g" X( J8 GYou now have two choices, you can:
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1) Pass this on to your friends or

+ G4 J5 |+ T7 E% p9 h( r" Y6 f2) Delete it and act like it didn't touch your heart.

; T! [+ X- V7 m2 d! `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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  {6 g5 y* B8 p, J6 Z# q/ u) \8 M: E7 _There is no beginning or end.. Yesterday is history.
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7 w& H: w' c7 x2 ?( B/ E; I7 \2 x; ITomorrow is mystery.

Today is a gift.
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It's National Friendship Week. Show your friends how much you care. Send this to everyone you consider a FRIEND.

If it comes back to you, then you'll know you have a circle of friends.

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Yesterday is history.
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1 h' d3 U' F4 }: TTomorrow is mystery.
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4 ~7 x) Y- V: \& m/ O1 zToday is a gift.