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My Friend Kyle
A Story About Our Impact On Others
ne 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. 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
friends), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on.
As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running
toward him. They ran 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 10 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, 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
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 helped carry
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
out all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle,
the more I liked him and my friends did as well.
Monday morning came and there was Kyle with
the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and
said, “you‘re really going to build some serious
muscles with this pile of books every day!” He just
laughed and handed me half the books.
Over the next 4 years, Kyle and I became best
friends. When we were seniors, we began to think
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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 those guys
that really found himself during high school. He
filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He
looked great. He had more dates than me and all
the girls loved him! Sometimes I was almost 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.
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