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This is really a great story!! 4 g4 W% V- ]1 V
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One day, when I was a freshman in high school, 8 n3 [) y) e4 O$ d- N3 ^
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I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school.
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His name was Kyle. ' _& I( q7 y3 G7 @! _
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. p5 V3 v; m. {# K! u* P) M0 xIt looked like he was carrying all of his books. 6 M( Z5 M4 o4 r2 J; ]* D
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B/ @! ]( l$ F! qI thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? # I' O* D4 n8 T, ^ N+ {
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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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2 |# j' M5 V* c' u: tAs I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. * S& w4 ]. x" x" b
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# G; Q$ `) l2 RThey ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. 5 `, N/ G# e8 Y& K7 X/ E& G
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" a$ B" ^* o' ^0 xHis 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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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.
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! i% } N$ ?6 o* RAs I handed him his glasses, I said, "Those guys are jerks. 0 K e& T9 k/ x. g* Y4 f7 C w3 L8 j
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3 M, [3 V; m* \8 Y+ N4 o" He looked at me and said, "Hey thanks!"
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There was a big smile on his face. . n/ x9 h% \1 X- }% r, E
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It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude. ; k8 S' [5 L+ r9 ]& I" @ U* F0 s" U
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I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived # f# `( Y/ o7 j! N) P2 X8 Y* N8 ?' L% x
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As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. - r# r4 d% Z4 O
, K- C; u! }% ~7 y( IHe said he had gone to private school before now.
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$ m5 D$ @& u! y& cI would have never hung out with a private school kid before. ( x: D! i) ^9 T9 b" X4 Y: B9 i
5 S& t6 N8 Z( L+ z9 RWe talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books. ) S3 {2 X7 D% A
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He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. ! Q1 u1 p" z$ Z" \! y h4 V% t4 |
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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. ( I; j: ]# Q: J& S- s T/ B
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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.
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( I, P3 Q/ m* L5 R, t+ h$ u+ YMonday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. 8 \/ } l" V0 ^7 p3 ~
! j" C) ~8 M7 Q9 i. H$ e. dI stopped him and said, "Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday! # `$ p3 |( X N2 N% a
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"He just laughed and handed me half the books.
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9 t3 I6 J- q6 w( y- cOver the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends.
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Kyle 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. # D5 h5 i8 H# \8 t8 f
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Kyle was valedictorian of our class.
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He had to prepare a speech for graduation. . y) N' q2 T9 g/ @" P. _+ B
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3 y! {8 R4 a9 z+ x7 XI was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak 7 G% b3 t, s2 O6 F
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1 N: b/ [" J0 xGraduation day, I saw Kyle. * w5 D* z7 g4 m
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% E9 G9 L5 a( j* H3 wHe 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. ' x6 i) Z% {% w( {; `# G+ U- m
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( q* K+ N& P9 ZHe had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him. 7 B2 P% t6 F' E* H% }5 F; P( I
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! ?$ t! ], z5 O5 {Today was one of those days. ! D6 V S& L) T+ g4 o7 G0 a
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$ _' e4 a+ m7 F+ d3 E5 h3 s0 GI 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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& y% q8 I* H. y. O: m; g3 q5 zHe looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled. / C+ V6 W, w! l0 l
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"Thanks," he said.
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As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began
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"Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years. 0 g3 A9 z$ y. S$ Q4 F8 d5 g. L
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I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them.
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I am going to tell you a story." 2 K- I+ V3 [# N# l8 `/ x
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I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met.
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He had planned to kill himself over the weekend.
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. s' h3 H; @, E) y( lHe 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. " P2 h: P: |: U+ q: I0 _, |
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He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile.
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3 Z2 R% V7 w8 T1 u; H"Thankfully, I was saved.
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0 S6 C7 o( C, j* c+ z6 EMy friend saved me from doing the unspeakable." 1 `, j5 M- c: W& o7 o2 j
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I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment.
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$ x# G4 z3 ?7 sI saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile.
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/ k. U: o8 M/ ^, }) z. ENot until that moment did I realize its depth. 9 N2 l, q5 ^; I T" K1 H8 @% @3 G0 y
: \8 ?$ F; f& F* r8 E& }7 ONever underestimate the power of your actions. 6 J1 \+ i+ j" u, F) X+ v" ~
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With one small gesture you can change a person's life. / u2 {$ g5 O3 v. x) w
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发表于 2007-6-4 20:38