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 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 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 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 with friendship.
Source: Anon.