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