The Story of Kyle 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. 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, 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, but 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 out 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. 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  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. Never underestimate  the power of your actions. With one small gesture, you can change a  person’s life.

The Story of Kyle

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. 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, 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, but 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 out 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.

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 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.

Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture, you can change a person’s life.



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    that’s a clutch W & this hits mi close to mi heart. surprise, surprise, i ain’t a fucking tin man.
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    I know it’s long, but it’s worth the read :)
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    This story.. every time.
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