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One day, when I was a freshman in high school,
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I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school.
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9 j5 E5 z/ Z$ fHis name was Kyle.
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1 c# d" ?$ G- |9 ^0 t9 SIt looked like he was carrying all of his
5 U5 G; ]2 ~& e4 K8 K# s/ XBooks.
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' l) B' J& ~- c. @  ?: Y/ x! B7 cI thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday?
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% o+ [, [- O0 p4 d" c1 nHe must really be a nerd."

) l# v9 A- i1 h' f, ~) |! RI had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on.

: a% h' B, C! t$ Y! c5 v2 [' a( aAs I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him.
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' F$ m+ \! Y( lThey ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt.

7 @6 _5 ]- D1 U4 }8 HHis glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him.

0 P- `5 ~7 ]  t9 m6 m8 q& dHe 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.
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As I handed him his glasses, I said, "Those guys are jerks.
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( R! @- D- F3 x7 E7 M; X2 UThey really should get lives.

5 m* k" r( v& D5 ^: H* {" He looked at me and said, "Hey thanks!"

There was a big smile on his face.
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It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.

I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived.
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; g$ J5 w+ X; i2 F8 y: c$ nAs 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.

I would have never hung out with a private school kid before.

- z0 \5 H& ?0 V1 l# @& N6 }We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books.

He turned out to be a pretty cool kid.
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I asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my friends.

He said yes.
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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.
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* |! |2 o  [. t! L3 zMonday 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.

- i9 _/ Q2 r# P; b- EOver the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends.

( K- z; v( w2 y+ p3 }# pWhen we were seniors, we began to think
About college.
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2 n+ r, G4 Q  o- E2 P) ]( j$ BKyle 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.
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2 S  G7 J% ]$ KHe was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship.

Kyle was valedictorian of our class.
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I teased him all the time about being a nerd.

He had to prepare a speech for graduation.
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I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak
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  ^0 j. O+ N9 y; {. `( }8 uGraduation day, I saw Kyle.

He looked great.

He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school.
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7 p: p% s3 c8 jHe filled out and actually looked good in glasses.

He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him.

+ f8 q7 q. v& SBoy, sometimes I was jealous.

Today was one of those days.
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2 u) B# [2 A& l. ~" O; [& w. _I could see that he was nervous about his speech.
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' e. N6 Q7 v  A4 o! a& XSo, 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.
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"Thanks," he said.
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* c/ y0 r8 F/ L( IAs he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began
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# S; ^$ v+ D8 l3 g, f, }"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.
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" ], \3 q8 V4 l: DI am going to tell you a story."

$ E+ T5 V7 l, a) T' sI 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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He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile.
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"Thankfully, I was saved.
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My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable."

" e# v7 }; O& rI heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment.
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- I2 E7 ?/ O. n7 X4 x: wI saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile.

- o; l) d1 ?9 I1 I$ PNot until that moment did I realize it's depth.
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, C/ @$ r% e  I' i' ^4 j; _Never underestimate the power of your actions.

! ]( l. E6 y7 D1 [! o2 y! a& SWith one small gesture you can change a person's life.

: _) n1 M% y4 ?) k( K3 `' ~For better or for worse.

God puts us all in each other's lives to impact one another in some way.

" U5 z; a3 N- e0 K4 z; G8 MLook for God in others.
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You now have two choices, you can:
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0 B/ ]8 N0 k3 y( i: }- y1) Pass this on to your friends or
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3 s. Q4 U( V# @% z' }. U2 P2) Delete it and act like it didn't touch your heart.
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As you can see, I took choice number 1.
"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.
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. H0 O: w- G9 U( a& G4 c$ b' K# M& bTomorrow is mystery.

Today is a gift.

It'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.

. y1 G( b) B9 d1 t& G0 _% v, R/ ~Tomorrow is mystery.

Today is a gift.