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

I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school.
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0 {8 g# [0 ], z4 u3 B6 zHis name was Kyle.
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/ ]2 J; R: q9 N9 J) RIt looked like he was carrying all of his
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5 Z9 A% ^' N6 _$ xI 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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. r+ L7 ~+ |, h: Y! i- b& bI 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.

9 [9 |5 B2 p& ?* FThey ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt.
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1 K: z% }- j0 r7 b5 eHis glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him.
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+ v) L2 {& d% ~0 p' mHe looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes

3 u/ ~8 r: t0 W7 Z7 F" p7 WMy 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.

  N/ S/ x. h. ?, |, I1 u6 y* wAs I handed him his glasses, I said, "Those guys are jerks.

They really should get lives.

" He looked at me and said, "Hey thanks!"
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There was a big smile on his face.
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! i2 B/ y8 r+ e( T! u* ~5 }" O% JIt was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.

% h. ]2 x1 L8 P6 SI helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived.

% [" H* O/ @5 X1 MAs it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before.

  u) M5 h( f+ O3 p- g0 hHe said he had gone to private school before now.
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+ _/ @) b* B5 \4 m  _$ eI would have never hung out with a private school kid before.

We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books.

2 q/ U- g+ D) G( cHe 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.

/ ]; |# i7 n" Y) \0 jHe 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.
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Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again.

5 f/ V- h# q$ M* `" d( M0 fI stopped him and said, "Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!

0 {; n6 I9 E5 V& @6 ]- P5 k" He just laughed and handed me half the books.

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

When we were seniors, we began to think
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Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I
Was going to Duke.

8 f* z/ z% e# Z% v3 ^: Q3 KI 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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! f4 j& i5 r4 x$ i. hKyle was valedictorian of our class.
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9 c. @; y$ B; I! WI teased him all the time about being a nerd.

% k7 |% o/ c- R8 c$ ^$ M  mHe had to prepare a speech for graduation.

/ {8 d- A- V1 \$ a( A7 EI was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak
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Graduation day, I saw Kyle.
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He looked great.

' j; n3 s5 f* ]3 w- U% a4 W2 L! qHe 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.

. v1 f% C3 h+ r& x% S3 @4 A7 zHe had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him.

; G0 b% H: `1 ^9 C4 [1 jBoy, sometimes I was jealous.

Today was one of those days.
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I could see that he was nervous about his speech.

0 q9 k8 H" B3 m4 j: NSo, I smacked him on the back and said, "Hey, big guy, you'll be great!"

6 c' L! `* F/ B) |+ r  Z: f# lHe looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled.

. D9 q* n$ L$ V( o"Thanks," he said.
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& j3 j" r& r9 P8 C* LAs 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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Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach...but mostly your friends...
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( N# A5 D' J/ YI am here to tell all of you that being a
Friend to someone is the best gift you can give them.

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.

4 P, N& n6 \2 k4 t' }  B! GHe had planned to kill himself over the weekend.
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" W- r2 z2 C4 [3 ~) _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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2 O! I0 p5 V  D( o' _He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile.

* ^, Q9 M% a' f& M* Z"Thankfully, I was saved.
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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.
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! q  Y- _' r7 i- rI 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.

Never underestimate the power of your actions.

6 J6 Y. z' z1 _  A* L2 @8 [5 `) y/ sWith one small gesture you can change a person's life.
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; j- R4 ~% T+ _$ KGod puts us all in each other's lives to impact one another in some way.
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  c/ _" E' X+ E; o8 S. vLook for God in others.

You now have two choices, you can:
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7 `( I0 I7 D2 L7 [6 a& R- u1) Pass this on to your friends or
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2) Delete it and act like it didn't touch your heart.

As you can see, I took choice number 1.
4 n' h  B. W0 Q3 i. V9 q0 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.

Tomorrow is mystery.

% F+ Q, r- Q5 M5 L1 C9 b% DToday is a gift.

$ a, I' g4 j1 e. fIt's National Friendship Week. Show your friends how much you care. Send this to everyone you consider a FRIEND.
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) |  K+ W' r1 a# S8 x7 V4 dIf it comes back to you, then you'll know you have a circle of friends.

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Yesterday is history.

# e7 e0 ]9 Z* i! B6 p/ LTomorrow is mystery.
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Today is a gift.