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One day, when I was a freshman in high school,
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, B& p3 t4 c6 S8 z4 J8 QI saw a kid from my class was walking home from school.

His name was Kyle.
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2 b- f1 H( b. @7 j. q! kIt 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."
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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.
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8 X1 v3 p" M" j1 fThey ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt.

' a3 ]9 z! Y) \9 Z8 A' g7 }His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him.

4 _% h2 \( `3 c) p: E9 d, 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.
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( }- B7 Q1 K' hAs I handed him his glasses, I said, "Those guys are jerks.
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( {* i% I) W2 O3 cThey really should get lives.

6 C8 v. ?- B% y0 U4 s" He looked at me and said, "Hey thanks!"
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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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7 f' K+ c. ]5 J0 Z' z. |- X2 lAs 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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+ W( m% W5 s5 OI would have never hung out with a private school kid before.
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) B$ c1 g1 e" ]. \- e$ U8 LWe talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books.

7 E! t% p8 j* Q# WHe 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.

  V& C& r4 k8 E+ UWe 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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1 c, F6 J) S0 G& [) Y" N0 fI 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.
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: C  e2 I- s+ K! m  MOver the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends.

When we were seniors, we began to think
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* j* H4 @! m, _$ A' f$ pKyle decided on Georgetown, and I
3 X9 y- ]- Y( vWas going to Duke.

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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  k6 [2 w4 D+ p6 y( d# EKyle was valedictorian of our class.
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- L+ d9 S9 I3 d* sI teased him all the time about being a nerd.

5 Q- N4 a" Q# w0 o! tHe had to prepare a speech for graduation.

% t) U! [. I3 aI was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak

, p* g+ m+ ^* o) K9 KGraduation day, I saw Kyle.

: Y5 {1 h9 i! I7 z! MHe looked great.

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.

  }4 K7 R/ o$ g: R5 H* P% h. yHe had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him.
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& W* z0 F, o& G- e- k+ Q! tBoy, sometimes I was jealous.
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0 L  N& \' R4 _# P9 lToday was one of those days.

- W" p& g( Z& w+ nI 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!"

$ r' \; j% ?/ u1 _0 fHe looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled.

/ A) V+ @4 \/ K7 {( P/ `"Thanks," he said.
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As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began
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"Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years.

5 H9 F& I5 L5 F- h3 l3 T1 E. m! DYour parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach...but mostly your friends...
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0 r  e, z. M1 a& [I am here to tell all of you that being a
4 l$ M0 i' U/ J, BFriend to someone is the best gift you can give them.
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I am going to tell you a story."

) h+ P/ \& \6 M0 @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.

& D9 [) c" a+ P* ]6 EHe looked hard at me and gave me a little smile.
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$ `% y1 }4 z% a# Q"Thankfully, I was saved.

My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable."
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I 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.
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Not until that moment did I realize it's depth.
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6 `( y; }, O3 Y# J- M7 c) f" tNever 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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7 z% S3 \' T9 t1 yFor better or for worse.
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God puts us all in each other's lives to impact one another in some way.
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Look for God in others.

7 t! I& N0 o( q) W3 Y4 _# xYou now have two choices, you can:

8 J1 E" [" W9 l, W6 M1) 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.
% b, ~. m7 g: u3 J: |"Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly."

There is no beginning or end.. Yesterday is history.
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' I) a0 |: {6 w3 W2 R, wTomorrow is mystery.
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! }  c8 p8 Z9 R, E9 k+ ^+ cToday is a gift.
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( j/ U* z' r( w0 |7 F9 U* G9 ?It's National Friendship Week. Show your friends how much you care. Send this to everyone you consider a FRIEND.
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; G0 K6 X) i' F1 HIf 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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Tomorrow is mystery.

Today is a gift.