This came through to me in an email. Have read it before but as I am a firm believer in keeping in touch, and reaching out to people, I felt it was appropriate to post this.
One day, when I was 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."
As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward 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 three metres from him. He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes My heart went out to him.
I jogged over to him 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. They really should get lives." He looked at me and said, "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 him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to a private school before now.
I would have never hung out with a private school kid before.We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books. He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my friends. 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.
Monday morning came and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, "Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!" He just laughed and handed me half the books.
Over the years Kyle and I became best friends.
Kyle was dux of our school. I teased him all the time about being a nerd.
He had to prepare a speech. I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak. He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him. Boy, sometimes I was 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, 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 Mum 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 Mum and Dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile.
Not until that moment did I realise it's depth.
Never underestimate the power of your actions.
With one small gesture you can change a person's life.
For better or for worse.
Share this with a friend, pass it on.
I never realised how much a small gesture can change a persons life.
Send that email, birthday card or make that call. It may have been months since you last spoke or got in touch, but you never know how important your reaching out may be to someone.
I have recently got in touch with some people from way back and the feeling of memories that I have been having in the last week or two have been wonderful.
I even made friends with someone I didn't even know, but our connection........we went to the same school for at least 1 year and now we live in the same town.
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