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To all teenagers wanting to make a difference.

This is not my story but a true one none the less.

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 la nd 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 some of his books.

He turned out to be a pretty cool kid.

I asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my friends

He said yes.

We hung out all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him, and myfriends 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 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 y our 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.

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Wnabme offline Verified User (2 years, 10 months) Long Term User Shouts: 1 #
An Unknown Location | 2 years, 10 months ago (5 hours, 15 minutes after post)

That is an extremely old chainmail, but a very good one

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abundance offline Verified User (3 years) Long Term User Shouts: 5 #
An Unknown Location | 2 years, 10 months ago (9 hours, 26 minutes after post)

My sister in law is sending me these everyday lately. I’ve never seen it before, but it is a good story to ponder.

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Qzzzz offline Verified User (3 years, 1 month) Long Term User Shouts: 2 #
Montpelier, MS, US | 2 years, 10 months ago (16 hours, 31 minutes after post)

Wow, that was good!

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An Unknown Location | 2 years, 9 months ago (1 day, 11 hours after post)

wow i dont know what to say to that but it makes me wonder if i could of saved anyone by being friends with them wow thats all that really covers it think

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jetmoo offline Verified User (2 years, 10 months) Long Term User Shouts: 63 #
An Undisclosed Location | 2 years, 9 months ago (1 week, 2 days after post)

thats canny cool:) I’m used to be a person that would say I didn’t have many friends. But at one time, as the new year7s came in to school, there was a lass, and just by asking what her name was lend us to be friends. I would help her when people critisized her for nothing. Then she introduced me to her friends, I thought in the same way as other people in my year would have thought,sort of, like why would I wanna make friends with all these little people. but they were nice to me, so I was nice to them. were all friedns now and they’re class. My bset friends in my school are all younger than me. So atleast half the time in the lessons I sit on my own, but now when it comes to break times and dinnertimes, I know I won’t be alone:) I’ll have my class friends.

When I first went into the school,year7, I was had a false friend who I thought was ok, but she made friends with people who were horrible to me, and she joined in with them, desperate to be popular.I was different and was sick of trying to fit in with them, it wasn’t very fun. So one time walking to my next lesson my old “friend” was being horrible to me, and I wacked her with my bag as she spoke, and she backed off. This lass who had came from a different school to this one, who sat on her own most of the time, said that I was canny hard.not that I really was, obviously. I said thanks.And in the next lesson I wanted to prove I did not need them, so I asked if I could sit next to her.Now we are like best frinds and tell eachother everything when we get the chance.she doesn’t go to my school anymore, and seems to move further away from where I live every now and again, but we will always be class friends.

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jetmoo offline Verified User (2 years, 10 months) Long Term User Shouts: 63 #
An Undisclosed Location | 2 years, 9 months ago (1 week, 2 days after post)

gosh lol bet your thinking, what I load of jabbering on about nothing that was lol

How did everyone else make friends with theres??

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longtohelp offline Verified User (2 years, 10 months) Long Term User Shouts: 7 #
An Unknown Location | 2 years, 9 months ago (1 week, 2 days after post)

thats a good letter very good

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eichelherr offline Verified User (2 years, 9 months) Long Term User Shouts: 0 #
Vancouver, BC, CA | 2 years, 9 months ago (2 weeks, 2 days after post)

everyone normal in high school is insecure, just strike up a conversation with someone, and voila their you friend… remember though
“make new firends, but keep the old, one is silver and the other …. gold” i still have my best friends since i was in kindergarden… and im in college now!

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dianacerez offline Verified User (2 years, 6 months) Long Term User Shouts: 0 #
Rochester, NY, US | 2 years, 6 months ago (3 months after post)

thats so wonderfull. i hope i get the chance to do that..maybe im just blind tho. there are probably millions of chances to do that

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US | 2 years, 6 months ago (3 months, 3 weeks after post)

this really touched me. thanx

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An Undisclosed Location | 3 months, 2 weeks ago (2 years, 6 months after post)

wow that touched me. thanks. I have another one. I was 9 when this happened, and this girl was probably one of the most influential people in my life. She was 14. Her name was Hannah, and she was riding home from a movie with her older sister and a friend one night. Their car was T-boned by a pickup, and Hannah was killed. She was amazingly kind to the younger girls at our church. She just acted like we were her friends, even though we were atleast 5 years younger than her. Now that I’m 13, I understand how unusual that was. Now I am trying to be the Hannah in all the young girl’s lives that I know.

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