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

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& e5 j+ R" A0 v/ j6 e! yHis name was Kyle.
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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?

, U% h/ u$ o8 T8 e4 tHe must really be a nerd."

5 j8 B  O; z- M  D0 \( e# [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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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.
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  Q% |. K0 F/ y# i1 |4 s- p  W) [His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him.
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3 m4 t+ D0 n" ]3 X, QHe looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes
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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.
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They really should get lives.
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, d  \% t4 t( G4 b! M1 }# g* Y" 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.
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I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived.
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. P! P$ V% Y# fAs it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before.
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He 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.
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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.
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1 e# ?9 j' B: c7 KI asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my friends.
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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.
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I stopped him and said, "Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!
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" He just laughed and handed me half the books.

Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends.

# D6 T% S. F% h6 @When we were seniors, we began to think
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  A$ B/ j! f+ |/ L- }Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I
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+ X8 w' m4 J# SI knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem.
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' W9 X" P$ U" x& o' l) k+ SHe was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship.

. ^5 j7 {6 {: s+ ~Kyle was valedictorian of our class.
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I teased him all the time about being a nerd.
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" U( q* G5 R7 q/ |' `- a+ d9 pHe had to prepare a speech for graduation.
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8 [2 h5 V, C$ u' x9 }I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak

Graduation day, I saw Kyle.

- G8 ~& `$ b# PHe looked great.

He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school.

He filled out and actually looked good in glasses.

3 x- l" A6 Q. w/ \He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him.

Boy, sometimes I was jealous.
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. ^( t! ]$ Q9 u2 ?: xToday was one of those days.

" _2 N& z/ \$ _8 m; SI could see that he was nervous about his speech.

: h: |5 b% H& Q& W, m* E5 pSo, I smacked him on the back and said, "Hey, big guy, you'll be great!"
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He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled.

"Thanks," he said.
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% [0 E/ f, I8 }2 G2 o  KAs 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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7 }  m8 R! g# L: E$ q0 M& PYour parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach...but mostly your friends...

1 e: N, T( [; d  ]0 `+ {3 {+ DI am here to tell all of you that being a
: `2 s) U5 W, w8 E# R* C5 mFriend 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.
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He 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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) F, {8 |; M9 g& m6 l+ UHe looked hard at me and gave me a little smile.
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; G; n1 G* @4 t8 P$ S; V5 M"Thankfully, I was saved.
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2 L5 n+ D3 N/ e& j5 oMy friend saved me from doing the unspeakable."
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3 l# o2 d  Q( u) `- FI 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.

! R5 @# y. O9 S! O' X. Y1 d- UNot until that moment did I realize it's depth.
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+ G  f; w. g, @0 i+ uNever underestimate the power of your actions.
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With one small gesture you can change a person's life.
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For better or for worse.

( s" [, g' t! xGod puts us all in each other's lives to impact one another in some way.
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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.
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As you can see, I took choice number 1.
4 D, M7 J: n; R* ], p! B" Z"Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly."
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There is no beginning or end.. Yesterday is history.

0 i# w! N0 x7 ]Tomorrow is mystery.

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, D: n' q1 z2 v# Z/ g4 EIt's National Friendship Week. Show your friends how much you care. Send this to everyone you consider a FRIEND.
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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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6 f6 l" s9 [. aTomorrow is mystery.
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( {9 a4 {/ l/ h" v( a) M4 q! JToday is a gift.