A touching story! U must read!!!

celinedeng

This is really a great story!!
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) \! M/ o. U% Q6 E7 F) F; gOne day, when I was a freshman in high school,
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I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school.

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It looked like he was carrying all of his books.
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I thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday?

He must really be a nerd."
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I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on.
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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.
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  c; J2 S/ D; M4 zHis glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him.
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He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes
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: ?6 {  |: |+ D( n+ D7 D6 V7 rMy 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.

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They really should get lives
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0 H- O; ~5 l# T" y" He looked at me and said, "Hey thanks!"

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; M3 a: d! ^+ I6 J- F# M0 aThere 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
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& q5 b/ }: j& ^+ j. aAs it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before.

) q# i; b5 o3 |3 O; B# N, q$ p: AHe 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.
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I asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my friends
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He said yes.


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8 {$ {: R! F6 \+ e; ~. VMonday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again.

1 \* E$ ?$ U0 b' gI stopped him and said, "Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!

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"He just laughed and handed me half the books.

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Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends.
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When we were seniors, we began to think about college.

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8 O$ Z$ \! G5 j4 [& ^8 HKyle decided on Georgetown, and I
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I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem.
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He was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship.
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3 R# d4 @$ o# \' e! X/ gKyle was valedictorian of our class.
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I teased him all the time about being a nerd.
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He had to prepare a speech for graduation.


. o+ f& `0 V# d' p# o5 z, J% yI was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak


2 |% x/ x& }; A8 ^5 aGraduation day, I saw Kyle.
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He looked great.
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He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school.
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He filled out and actually looked good in glasses.
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He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him.

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Boy, sometimes I was jealous.
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Today was one of those days.


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4 b& A8 Y4 n( i8 sI could see that he was nervous about his speech.

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So, I smacked him on the back and said, "Hey, big guy, you'll be great!"
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& k0 Z$ z) v2 ]" J% YHe looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled.

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  s1 W/ L* {6 L/ ~"Thanks," he said.


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. p4 N& p/ G. `- E/ Q! E) wAs he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began
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+ g9 E, u; ~+ N8 f: O"Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years.
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Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach...but mostly your friends...

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* M% V( R! ], v- Y- dI 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.

$ l9 Y% t! Y1 ~7 F3 B4 O) W. Z4 tHe had planned to kill himself over the weekend.

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+ x9 a$ D$ r* o: m7 h0 o7 |$ xHe 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.


: _5 O4 K$ {. B6 A. E0 n! wHe looked hard at me and gave me a little smile.

: V3 e- o1 P; z6 Z  W! F"Thankfully, I was saved.

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My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable."
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9 c1 Q, V! s) k$ v! TI heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment.
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I saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile.
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) ^1 F9 a9 Z9 @Not until that moment did I realize its depth.
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; E& U/ I/ M8 ^Never underestimate the power of your actions.

+ `: O- s% z" o% s! x+ WWith one small gesture you can change a person's life.
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1 J% z; F9 G* U8 X4 m& mFor better or for worse.
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God puts us all in each other's lives to impact one another in some way.

Look for God in others.

卖啃吸

what a guy, he has kept his secret through his high school life?

fcyfcy1

A nice guy...but the story it's not so touching...at least for me...
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