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Never under estimate the power of your actions.This really isnt sports related.

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  • BilzD@aol.com
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      Never underestimate the power of your actions. 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 I 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 and 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. He turned out to be a
      > pretty cool kid.
      > I asked him if he wanted to play football on Saturday with me and
      > my friends. 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, "Damn boy, you are gonna
      > really build some 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, 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. 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
      > (thereally 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 them. 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 gasp 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 it's
      > depth.
      > Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small
      > gesture you can change a person's life. For better or for worse. God 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 2)
      > Delete it and act like it didn't touch your heart. As 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."

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