TRUTHNET
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Lord pulling someone up.
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 a life." 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 its 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.
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