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Author Topic: The power of one "act of kindness"  (Read 138 times)
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« on: 04/25/2008 07:47 AM »

I did not write this, but found it and wanted to pass it on. It has a very good message.

To all my friends. ~~ Author unknown

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 of his books on a Friday? HE must be a nerd. I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrug my shoulders and went on. As I was walking,I saw a bunch of kids running towards him. They ran at him, knocking all of 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 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 a 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 my friends thought the same of him.

Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with a 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 of 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 to go 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 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 then 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 his 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 your 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 about how he 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 realized it’s depth.


Never underestimate the power of your actions.

With one small gesture you can change a person’s life.
For better or for worse.

We are placed in each others lives to impact one another in some way.


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« Reply #1 on: 04/25/2008 08:08 AM »

This has been on the world wide web for quite a while but it's always a good reminder of how small actions can have big consequences. Smiley Thanks KitKat Smiley
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