One Friendly Act

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Below is a story that I read some time back and would like to
share with you.

One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my
class was walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It 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.”
I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game
with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so shrugged my shoulders and
went on.

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. His glasses went flying, and I saw them
land in the grass about ten feet from him. He looked up and I saw this
terrible sadness in his eyes.
My heart went out to him.

So, I jogged over to him as he crawled around looking for his glasses and I
saw a tear in his eye. As I handed him his glasses, I said,” Those
guys are jerks. They really should get lives.”
He looked at me and said, “Hey thanks!”
There was a big smile on his face. It was one of
those smiles that showed real gratitude.

I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived.
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.
I would have never hung out with a private school kid before.
We talked all the way home, and I carried his books for him.
He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if
he wanted to play football on Saturday with my friends and me.
He said yes.

We hung 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’re going to really build
serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!” 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 about college.
Kyle 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. He 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. He had to prepare a speech for graduation.
I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak.

On graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great. He was one
of those guys that really found himself during high school. He filled out
and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than me and
all the girls loved him. Boy, sometimes I was jealous. Today 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!”

He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and
smiled. “Thanks,” he said. As 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. I am here to tell
all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give
him or her. 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. He had planned to kill himself over the weekend.
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.
He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile.
“Thankfully, I was saved.
My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable.”
I heard the gasps go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy
told us all about his weakest moment.
I saw his mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful
smile.

Not until that moment did I realize its depth and significance…

Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one friendly act,
one small gesture you can change a person's life, for better or worse.
We are put in each other's lives to impact one another in some way.

Remember, you can do more things and touch more lives
than you could ever have imagined.

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