I read this and almost cried....perhaps e blues but I think not.
Being A Friend . . . . . . .
> > >
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> > > > 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
> > > > best friends. 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 for worse. God puts us
> > > > all in each other's lives to impact one another in
> > > > some way. Look for God in others.
> > > >
Being A Friend . . . . . . .
> > >
>
> > > > 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
> > > > best friends. 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 for worse. God puts us
> > > > all in each other's lives to impact one another in
> > > > some way. Look for God in others.
> > > >
