Story of Friendship.

One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class walking home from school.

His name was Kyle. It looked like
he was carrying all of his books,
and I thought to myself, “Why
would anyone bring home all his
books on a Friday? He mustreally
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 right up to 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.

Then 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 a life.”

He looked at me and said, “Hey
thanks!” Therewas 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
hungall 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,
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
and 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
outand 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 afriend 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 its depth.

MOREL:
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.
Always remember that…..

“Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly.”

Source : Iphoto Quotes

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