A touching story! U must read!!!

celinedeng

This is really a great story!!
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, x. S8 Z  S8 ^# l* K3 mOne 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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4 }3 u" Y: M8 t, Z6 J: {0 \4 aHis name was Kyle.

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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?

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1 `: W- A+ ]9 m" ~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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He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes
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* p2 i  _* c' J% x4 P# d8 yMy 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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' p. I0 Q4 B$ {7 i0 |% a5 @As I handed him his glasses, I said, "Those guys are jerks.
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They really should get lives


" _% j' k9 D  a" He looked at me and said, "Hey thanks!"
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) b+ z, ^# W# G5 L, W5 Z1 i2 EThere was a big smile on his face.

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( a6 |4 A* ~* E+ Z) ?) U; HIt was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.

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& o+ w8 S% I* t' iI 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.

He said he had gone to private school before now.

3 m5 R/ N, R6 E3 p. f- kI would have never hung out with a private school kid before.
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8 ?& n& A! y! {) o8 _- n6 ^3 [We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books.
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+ a! l& _- H, k; }# q6 g7 XHe 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
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He said yes.
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3 l8 h5 o6 o' xWe 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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2 e2 b9 j/ i2 B# [/ M$ N) r8 vMonday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again.

: H' h  Y7 j2 X; P8 G" O- ]- }" [I 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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) W2 b! E7 I5 F' V! e) b' oOver the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends.

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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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) e1 w. z. [; l5 s5 EI 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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7 x) r0 z0 k8 ]& [He had to prepare a speech for graduation.
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. l( P& e% u! C  zI was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak


Graduation day, I saw Kyle.
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He looked great.

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He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school.

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He 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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) Y7 m3 F5 E, D' }Today was one of those days.
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: {: d/ n! p; [I could see that he was nervous about his speech.
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6 i: z; c, Q; HSo, I smacked him on the back and said, "Hey, big guy, you'll be great!"
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+ f* t( V# f( e, ]6 J; XHe 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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As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began
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1 O7 C+ i$ M3 `& L1 s"Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years.
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. i- J) Q& z6 C4 m$ d8 RYour 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.


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.
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He 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.
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"Thankfully, I was saved.
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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.
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I 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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) e  s0 ]* B2 q* j* g9 o4 XNever underestimate the power of your actions.
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" F8 W& i* y! U" N/ i: _, {With one small gesture you can change a person's life.
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; @( F* k" N2 M0 m* D+ ~For better or for worse.

God puts us all in each other's lives to impact one another in some way.

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