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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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His name was Kyle.
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# R" [! ^! c  cIt looked like he was carrying all of his
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$ b1 L/ _+ Z7 r6 yI thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday?
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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.
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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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He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes

! D4 C! Q/ D; \6 mMy 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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0 x3 w5 i- Z7 f0 y1 \8 {/ F# \As I handed him his glasses, I said, "Those guys are jerks.
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They really should get lives.

3 R# U/ ?: u9 q& G4 @" He looked at me and said, "Hey thanks!"
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4 R# Z% H4 a" W5 d" m# R8 XThere was a big smile on his face.

% f% [$ W' S' Y4 V7 i4 Z/ HIt was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.

/ j- }& A  P- J6 x' d) M$ mI helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived.

, G3 Q  r9 g; ?As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before.
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9 \& U7 ]- p, L$ {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.

/ j5 l  {! h0 N0 a, A0 iWe talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books.

) K  x7 l1 t0 E& dHe 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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9 H7 N' F4 e& U. q' IWe 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.

  @7 o$ S# g# H  J. I' KMonday 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!
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" He just laughed and handed me half the books.

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

! f1 z$ }" I1 H6 j9 EWhen we were seniors, we began to think
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7 R9 j5 d2 C; GKyle decided on Georgetown, and I
Was going to Duke.

' e5 ]. V; o" d" TI knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem.
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  R& g+ x; g/ k/ E: x. u2 X3 hHe 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.
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He had to prepare a speech for graduation.

2 ]$ e9 u3 @+ r" r; jI was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak

4 f, @; Y, n: S0 K" BGraduation day, I saw Kyle.
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/ E' F* [' v, A1 r3 P; dHe looked great.
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/ A; v3 Q( s. RHe 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.

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

Boy, sometimes I was jealous.
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  _3 V! }2 |3 M6 ]Today was one of those days.

I could see that he was nervous about his speech.
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& z" _, \4 \) l: lSo, I smacked him on the back and said, "Hey, big guy, you'll be great!"

8 W, W( R4 G' }He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled.
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+ ^5 B+ s; j& r; C, Q% S1 t"Thanks," he said.
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) l# O3 e' }  L& b1 d0 ?As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began
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/ n& l& r% _4 M5 Q( d! u8 v- G"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
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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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+ F5 d6 h7 `1 u5 F2 \He had planned to kill himself over the weekend.

7 }! W) p  V" M1 Q; z( e, b! a. i, YHe 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.

) a& d6 c$ h+ V$ _He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile.

"Thankfully, I was saved.

& _. v4 [$ c% m+ C+ O6 d* W% O4 qMy 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.

' n/ c9 K6 T$ u+ s: E! O; SI saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile.
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7 k  a0 d/ X8 V, T( J% k6 a5 NNot until that moment did I realize it's depth.

, A# `% o/ S& v- |$ n" bNever underestimate the power of your actions.
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With one small gesture you can change a person's life.

For better or for worse.
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1 o  ~6 Z" k- }" F2 ?9 dGod 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
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2) Delete it and act like it didn't touch your heart.

4 O9 [$ D1 N% m1 p" s8 O2 XAs 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."

+ Q8 r6 P5 W  _0 k* k' aThere is no beginning or end.. Yesterday is history.

2 U4 `# F) ~( S( j7 j$ ?Tomorrow is mystery.
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1 ]/ D+ q4 s: ]/ g' `) |Today is a gift.
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1 P) o$ w1 e" _# Q3 z9 XIt's National Friendship Week. Show your friends how much you care. Send this to everyone you consider a FRIEND.

If 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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, {0 [: C) I1 L: H/ QToday is a gift.