A touching story! U must read!!!

celinedeng

This is really a great story!!
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One 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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* k! k. D2 D% R5 kHis name was Kyle.
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& O, [. ~/ x& g2 ]It looked like he was carrying all of his books.

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6 W" a- r1 a# ]  [1 }I thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday?

# P3 p& y7 u) H/ k8 KHe 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.
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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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His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him.
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- ^7 t) I: ]8 @) j7 g$ O* PHe 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, and I saw a tear in his eye.
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% g) e- D" ~: \) J4 SAs I handed him his glasses, I said, "Those guys are jerks.

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- y) \8 o, @0 ~1 |4 A) ^They really should get lives
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" He looked at me and said, "Hey thanks!"
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- B1 f6 {2 p9 s- n8 g0 tThere was a big smile on his face.


+ t. ]% A9 p- O' IIt was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.
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2 n7 G& L3 T# iI helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived

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  J" ]7 S; n# ~. eAs it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him 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.

5 W% q0 ^' @3 R2 wWe talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books.


+ k4 S' r5 W+ B' j/ Y6 l$ IHe 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

/ D8 O+ p; g' c+ e4 C* E" p5 H3 MHe said yes.
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4 l5 M2 u8 Z. B: S7 `  Y( fWe 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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Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again.
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I stopped him and said, "Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!


& f+ t# H" b" k( I: G; x' i' p"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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3 u4 a6 Q+ L) b6 d* XWhen we were seniors, we began to think about college.


Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I
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; Y& ]; F/ J  N5 I5 T( q/ zI 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.

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Kyle was valedictorian of our class.

+ p& [* S. h# G. k7 z) C+ B3 ]I teased him all the time about being a nerd.


; [4 U$ y" d5 v' N5 k: KHe had to prepare a speech for graduation.


I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak
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Graduation day, I saw Kyle.
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# {; |# H0 V. Z5 G; z' dHe looked great.


. r2 t% E! @- N# [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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. @' y( T4 Y4 A" k# U- vHe 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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+ K' R4 j, P1 L! m: OToday was one of those days.
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2 `' R$ g' T1 l: W; m1 OI could see that he was nervous about his speech.
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* |" v  n$ ^! ?So, I smacked him on the back and said, "Hey, big guy, you'll be great!"

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He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled.


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: }+ I) \( t6 y% T' @& i"Thanks," he said.

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5 B; `# O* t: o( [) y$ p9 ^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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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.

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I am going to tell you a story."
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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.
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; d% T+ h" S+ `) }: aHe 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.
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He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile.

"Thankfully, I was saved.

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My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable."

$ F. ]+ `0 e( u! P; j; s0 C! C, BI heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment.
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" i  V6 ~4 g0 _% f9 y6 II saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile.
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Not until that moment did I realize its depth.
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) e0 o" U- T3 O1 J+ L+ KNever underestimate the power of your actions.
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With one small gesture you can change a person's life.
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! [& M7 J1 b$ O% {: WFor better or for worse.
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God puts us all in each other's lives to impact one another in some way.
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2 H2 {0 t8 m5 sLook 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...
It's was only a accident... the author with his friend