A friend emailed this too me and i thought it would be helpful to some people (including me :)) so im gonna post it here for you all to read :
> > > 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.
That would be me, only I'm waiting for one thing. But I'm not gonna say what that is (because its too off-topic) :lol:. But there you go. I think that its very true that you impact on people in a way you can't imagine. Vikki is the first women (who isn't a friend of my mam!) would talk to me with the slightest touch of respect! OE Crusader was the first person who I mad good friends with, (outside of my old street friends)(and Chris!). These are the things that no one has any idea about the impact they make on me!
yep friends are the most important things in the universe :) i have 2 friends that are girls that i talk with sometimes it just really takes time to develop friends and if u dont try then u cant succed :)
I wish some one had reached out to my friend's step brother...
or my principal...
or my great aunt...
yea i know, this was just one instance where everything turned out ok, a lot of times it doesnt sadly because a lot of times no one will reach out because they want to be cool.
sorry for your loss :( and for all of those people who have experienced this loss :(
17th June 2002
yep friends are the most important things in the universe
Friends, and atoms. Can't forget atoms. :D.
I'm one of those thick-skinned people. You can insult me all day everyday, a couple of people found it quite fun to do so (they didn't after I played a rather cruel trick on them, but that's a whole other story). Fact is, I don't care, lol. I'm of the opinion that psychology was invented by people without the qualifications to become proper doctors, so I retain the 'sticks and stones' theory. I actually find it quite hard to understand why anyone would care, but I respect that they do so I don't do or say anything that might upset them. That story was too corny to be touching, so far as I can see. I suppose it's got a good moral to it though.
BTW, what loss? If you mean all those relations that were mentioned, I'm sorry to you guys.