A touching story! U must read!!!

celinedeng

This is really a great story!!
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4 L+ u' q) N% ]8 V% t3 @One day, when I was a freshman in high school,
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, A! ^0 [6 \2 T2 u  e! [5 G4 n$ vI saw a kid from my class was walking home from school.

His name was Kyle.
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+ n8 }5 t- ~5 Q# a& SIt 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.


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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5 \, a+ f' k' D' eHis glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him.

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( h4 x  D* A# W) m0 DHe looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes


6 C' c( j2 v! E6 z8 H; B$ UMy 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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, g1 `0 P! T5 N" He looked at me and said, "Hey thanks!"
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+ e9 C4 Z4 c1 I) `There was a big smile on his face.
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It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.
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I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived


2 Y7 c$ T3 s9 w" s4 K7 CAs it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before.
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He said he had gone to private school before now.

I would have never hung out with a private school kid before.
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7 M6 N9 O, P2 B5 V- i) O3 }3 P/ H- RWe 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.


I asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my friends

He said yes.
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( v. J# Z3 n7 E. f+ z7 _, _- Z! tWe 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.


Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again.
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" t  u, U# i! ZI 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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& K4 Z/ _7 q, ^# Q0 Z& h0 F8 JOver the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends.


When we were seniors, we began to think about college.

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Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I
was going to Duke.

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' k& s, D# }$ AI 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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Kyle was valedictorian of our class.
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I teased him all the time about being a nerd.
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) E( [" @& h. j* K- b. V# T' yHe had to prepare a speech for graduation.


  Y; n" i6 W; OI 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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/ F; j4 ^+ N* S0 x4 ~. \He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school.


* g6 o# l0 W  A6 R/ s* P6 H! |He filled out and actually looked good in glasses.

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- Y/ d; m  c5 y, Q8 Q  N& F9 Z/ w, hHe 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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' Y. Z* y  E7 V; `# wToday was one of those days.
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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!"
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5 Y% P/ o. n9 M7 mHe looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled.
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"Thanks," he said.
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( C4 O# G' i4 F9 T: ]5 zAs 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...

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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."
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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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  }, t$ S9 _3 D& R# j9 C) k( F3 `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.

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He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile.
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"Thankfully, I was saved.
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2 D( X4 Y8 f/ \. d0 SMy 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.

& f& q7 Q2 @9 X( V4 x- k; t1 @Not until that moment did I realize its depth.
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Never underestimate the power of your actions.

0 U: A! ~  ~/ U/ Y1 B. aWith one small gesture you can change a person's life.
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For better or for worse.

: ^! V8 [" |5 KGod puts us all in each other's lives to impact one another in some way.
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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...
It's was only a accident... the author with his friend