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

6 T6 G. M4 v* g8 C( n! ~I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school.

His name was Kyle.

4 g2 }4 E3 l# M' C4 tIt 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?
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4 g9 ~8 P, K2 _4 {He must really be a nerd."

/ ~0 ^1 ~( C6 `( C6 ?- SI 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.

4 X6 M" d3 B. W5 b1 Q" _' OThey 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.
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He 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.
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) z* J7 I; E0 ^3 F+ sAs I handed him his glasses, I said, "Those guys are jerks.

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" He looked at me and said, "Hey thanks!"
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There was a big smile on his face.

$ }- c, k5 M8 h% V" HIt 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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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.
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- Z0 @: ]# T6 P( O4 |% wI 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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' e4 Q! ~0 }- P0 z; h  YI asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my friends.

6 N# A1 F1 S6 p8 c2 @He said yes.
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. I8 k; C, j' ?& N1 [+ ?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!

, x! x, [5 l; Q7 p  V  u4 Z5 `1 ?" He just laughed and handed me half the books.
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Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends.

When we were seniors, we began to think
; i( R! `- E! ?2 G9 FAbout college.

/ i$ v1 f' O% Y: @: ^1 T4 sKyle decided on Georgetown, and I
; n# n+ y; v# eWas going to Duke.

' b6 u) e5 F: z, T& |" ~I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem.
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He was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship.
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7 t, N% u2 O3 D* RKyle was valedictorian of our class.

* q: @6 _" X/ S' X) W. k( mI teased him all the time about being a nerd.

: R! R0 e+ X2 p2 y7 O4 cHe had to prepare a speech for graduation.
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! b# S  ~8 x" [( ^6 |7 ~# }I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak

4 S- N- C) c# Z& W  o, _Graduation day, I saw Kyle.

8 @2 ?2 u  O/ GHe looked great.
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He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school.
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He filled out and actually looked good in glasses.

  }. j; ^9 h8 rHe had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him.
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5 \7 H& a7 U% lBoy, sometimes I was jealous.

0 b! K1 A" q5 H: c5 bToday 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!"
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He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled.

8 R1 I* P6 r/ T( I. b) |$ V, Y"Thanks," he said.
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2 f" t4 ?2 z! N/ q6 MAs 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...
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9 {/ q9 `! p- E* x  b  bI am here to tell all of you that being a
6 k; |+ k- i9 P* P( i# Z+ Q2 oFriend to someone is the best gift you can give them.
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I am going to tell you a story."
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I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met.
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9 L; J+ H/ V$ K' W8 T- Y- Q, M, |He had planned to kill himself over the weekend.

/ c  @$ g7 l- S& F$ ]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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) v) U: ]8 D" }He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile.
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/ s9 w* R, `5 L1 @5 N; {& \# D"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.

* T0 ^  V1 a0 Z0 [4 aI saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile.

. G7 {7 [5 D0 JNot until that moment did I realize it's depth.

Never underestimate the power of your actions.
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9 U  t4 O; G. R3 E2 e8 w7 fWith one small gesture you can change a person's life.
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4 X9 F$ [. N! d, w2 T* ~5 f& TFor better or for worse.

* E+ r* ^7 H' f  H: J' ^* yGod puts us all in each other's lives to impact one another in some way.
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Look for God in others.
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You now have two choices, you can:

1) Pass this on to your friends or

0 C! i! }' u  l! x) q2) Delete it and act like it didn't touch your heart.
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2 W$ R6 D. O3 M  zAs you can see, I took choice number 1.
; l  X9 H7 c$ X# ~"Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly."

3 J( Z% C4 \7 VThere is no beginning or end.. Yesterday is history.
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$ N0 w6 p* h7 d) T' T8 \" i# D+ o& wTomorrow is mystery.

Today is a gift.
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It's National Friendship Week. Show your friends how much you care. Send this to everyone you consider a FRIEND.

2 f9 c9 ]# l  C0 `, `7 LIf it comes back to you, then you'll know you have a circle of friends.

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Yesterday is history.

Tomorrow is mystery.
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Today is a gift.