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: j1 S* a$ t9 e9 b% A# n: q, u8 {One day, when I was a freshman in high school, 8 ?. u8 `& @5 h8 E
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His name was Kyle. 5 E7 I% r- U+ M. V/ X# v: ^ h
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It looked like he was carrying all of his books.
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2 u" J; v; R1 DI thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? ' q5 ?$ k$ \0 D- \
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* C& a6 O; F9 a5 e2 [& LI 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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" `" c! X. I3 X* k" kAs I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him.
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' z$ {/ {9 y F8 hThey ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt.
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W$ W0 Z* s4 r" q) CHis glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him. ) ~0 ]% ^8 O% |9 P) x9 q
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/ q: y: l6 D6 k$ QHe looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes 2 }8 {" ~) J! i5 b8 g# d2 M
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: h9 \, a4 h, ~/ m; [$ n* A1 gMy 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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As I handed him his glasses, I said, "Those guys are jerks.
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, b) Y+ v; e# O: S" He looked at me and said, "Hey thanks!"
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8 i7 e$ \6 A1 m) Q- dThere was a big smile on his face. " I$ W+ A" x# a. @7 ^: M7 A, K
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It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude. / r: v/ g9 |$ j
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I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived
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As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. 8 s) ]" }" x) g# }5 w+ M2 o
l+ G2 N2 e0 GHe said he had gone to private school before now. ( H; t9 `2 a) w, l
% f. P# }, m$ _- U S% {# HI would have never hung out with a private school kid before.
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We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books.
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He turned out to be a pretty cool kid.
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& r' T8 {5 W9 K- Y4 EI asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my friends
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He said yes. $ J3 a8 U; s- t% h% D2 F5 o" ?
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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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: G8 }" T! {; F* q% JMonday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. ) `9 ~! N; d5 ?: [
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I stopped him and said, "Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!
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8 {% h4 t4 H7 M"He just laughed and handed me half the books.
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) Z9 l5 \0 _% V0 [% wOver the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends. 0 K$ E4 }- x" m$ y" ^: U& e. G
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) j7 _9 _7 x0 ~1 D. j, TWhen we were seniors, we began to think about college. 7 F, ^# e% @! e+ U; d$ a( t
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was going to Duke.
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/ S0 r$ _4 J7 w' i/ |I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem. " l# j! U3 @/ i- F
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& A: G z7 @. Q# |' \He was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship.
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0 T" J& q# h) c* `Kyle was valedictorian of our class.
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! c+ K8 p; u+ l. d7 a$ y' `* X8 ^I teased him all the time about being a nerd. ! N+ T; H# |, V4 l7 o
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. U9 t. {: d" z, X0 }8 v" {He had to prepare a speech for graduation.
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I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak
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8 }( G: W" W* f tGraduation day, I saw Kyle.
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) ~6 ^8 y$ F. h. {8 C$ c% L9 K5 b3 pHe looked great. # \( A! d8 U* b) x j4 ~ f8 t
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# n! H7 C$ |7 U: k# `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. * x$ c" t0 b4 l% r% E$ Z
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He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him. ' d3 o! S5 s2 e8 N0 q, K
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Boy, sometimes I was jealous.
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1 x" @3 i2 b! `Today was one of those days. 8 o, w j. A6 b
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I could see that he was nervous about his speech. ( x3 i. j/ r6 f$ p
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So, I smacked him on the back and said, "Hey, big guy, you'll be great!" 4 ^' ^& L* T; n: I( U" X
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He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled. F& Q! b2 Z0 m0 k
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5 E6 T% N ?, Z" y& \2 C1 E"Thanks," he said. + z) Y; s( k; b M7 w3 L% j
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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.
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) n N( h/ k5 M; R* dYour parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach...but mostly your friends...
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5 d; G( q* t8 L1 mI am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. O, M2 n- F( R) g+ ^! o4 O a
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I am going to tell you a story."
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3 ^9 k7 L, F" f) w' h: RI just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met.
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( M' ~, G% J3 u1 o# FHe had planned to kill himself over the weekend.
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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. ( I( N! R5 E8 ?7 K3 o4 [
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He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile. 1 e+ j# T- e7 M+ r6 m+ Q7 o3 ?; s
( r0 @" a9 }# k I1 k( {: B"Thankfully, I was saved. + T9 _0 n! v8 _6 z
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2 X0 g- j N3 [$ u% L5 VMy friend saved me from doing the unspeakable."
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I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment. ; k& c p3 Z& b. G
7 @ g# C$ F _2 ZI saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile. $ W. O# x2 l: W9 P: _: i
- V, m6 \0 q7 v9 ZNot until that moment did I realize its depth. ' a% ^8 Y, M0 _( _0 Z: ~
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Never underestimate the power of your actions.
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2 i2 f5 W6 M/ S& L1 X9 ~5 MFor better or for worse.
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发表于 2007-6-4 20:38