Story About Friends...
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 (parties and a
football game with my friend 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
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, "Damn 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 bestfriends.
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 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
HERE TO SEND THIS GREETING260
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