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  • Susan Jackson
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    Message 1 of 1 , Nov 29, 2000
      > >
      > > >Subject: A friend
      > > >
      > > >
      > > >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, "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, 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.
      > > >
      > > >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 I had 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 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 mefrom 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 realise 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.
      > > >Through the course of our lives
      > > >we all impact one another in some way. Look for goodness 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."
      > > >It's National Friendship Week. Show your friends how much you care.
      > > >Send this to everyone you consider a FRIEND, including the one who
      sent
      > it
      > > >to you.
      > > >
      >
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