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Sweet story, inspirational

 

 

> A lesson for living.

> 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 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. 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 helpedhim

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,

> "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, 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 for worse. God puts us all

in

> each other's lives to impact one another in some way. Look for God in

others.

 

We have so many ways of doing so-- prasdam, book distribution or just giving

assocaition to people in the ques,shops, schools, workplaces. Personal touch

is very important.