> > > > > 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 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 some
> >of
> > > his
> > > > > books. He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he
> >wanted
> > > to
> > > > > play a little football with my friends. He said yes. 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.
> > > > >
> > > > > 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, 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 I had 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
> > > its
> > > > > 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.
> > > > >
> > > > > 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. As you can
see,
> >I
> > > took
> > > > > choice number 1.