This Is Deep
One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I
saw a kid from my class was 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 be a nerd." 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. They ran at 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 ten 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 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.
We talked all the way home, and I carried 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 all weekend and the more I
got to know Kyle, the more I liked him. Monday morning came, and there
was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, "Damn
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 next four years, Kyle and I became best friends. When we were
seniors, we began to think 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 of those guys that
really found himself during high school. He filled out and actually looked
good in glasses. He had more dates than me 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
stared 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 the 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 it's
depth. Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture
you can change a person's life.
For the better or for worse. God put us all in each other's lives to impact
one another in some way. Look for God in others.
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"Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings
have trouble remembering how to fly."