The power of Friendship

Arglaar · 6 Nov 2001

I received this in my E-mail today from a friend.

I don't usually send these out - but this one brought me back to
reality --
Focus on the things in life that are really important

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 really 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, 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, "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 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. He said yes. 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 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 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, 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 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. 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
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.

"Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have
trouble remembering how to fly."

There is no beginning or end.
Yesterday is history.
Tomorrow is mystery.
Today is a gift.
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Om · 6 Nov 2001

Great story Arg. Thanks for sharing it with us.

Fox · 6 Nov 2001

Nice story Arglaar...I read that one in a forward of a forward of a forward that my sister forwarded to me [and no I'm not kidding on the forwarding of the forwards ]

Asmodeus · 6 Nov 2001

I read that story once..

it's very touching..

makes you realize how grateful you can be.....

We're all friends here in CDL..... no.. better than friends.. we are FAMILY.

If anything ever came up..... it would mortally wound us.

Manitou · 7 Nov 2001

I can only add that when -CDL-Valin died, his mom sent that touching email to us about how our friendship with him made his ending days so valuable. She made mention that he couldn't get outside much because of his illness and being stuck inside limited his contact with people. We were his friends and she said that he lived a fuller, more wonderful life because we were here. He really loved the people in the CDL.

I really think I lived a fuller, more wonderful life knowing him...

Manitou

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