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My old friend, Corey , sent it to me a long time ago. Thanks pal, I was crying when I read it ;)
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An unknown nice story of friendship
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 Friday? He must really be a nerd." I had quite a weekend planned
parties and a football game with my friend 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 book out of his arms and tripping
him so he landed in thr dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land
in the glass about ten feet from him. He looked up and I saw this terible
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 eyes.
As I handed him his glasses, I said, " Those guys and 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 ratitude. I helped him pick up his books, and asked 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 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 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're 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 bagan 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 be a problem. He was going to be a doctor, I was going for business on a football scholaship. Kyle was vale dictorian 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 of 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 ( 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 homw. He looked hard at me and gave me a little memory. " 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 is depth. Never understimate 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.
" Friend are angels who lift us to our feet when out wings have trouble remembering now to fly."
As I handed him his glasses, I said, " Those guys and 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 ratitude. I helped him pick up his books, and asked 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 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 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're 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 bagan 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 be a problem. He was going to be a doctor, I was going for business on a football scholaship. Kyle was vale dictorian 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 of 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 ( 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 homw. He looked hard at me and gave me a little memory. " 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 is depth. Never understimate 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.
" Friend are angels who lift us to our feet when out wings have trouble remembering now to fly."
My old friend, Corey , sent it to me a long time ago. Thanks pal, I was crying when I read it ;)
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