Friends

Category: General Discussions 10 years ago
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 friend 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 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. 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, "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 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.

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

    by » 10 years ago


    Why you are copy-pasting all these stuff here? Do you want to tell the members something about this?

    When opportunity is in front of you, don't hesitate to catch it. It will never come to you again. - Maverick


  • Re: Friends

    by » 10 years ago


    Mind is the master planner that molds and makes
    And man is mind and forever more he takes,

    The tools of thought and shaping what he wills
    Brings forth a thousand joys, a thousand ills


    He thinks in secret and it comes to pass
    His environment is but his looking glass!!!

  • Re: Friends

    by » 10 years ago


    O, my luve is like a red, red rose,
    That's newly sprung in June.
    O, my luve is like the melodie,
    That's sweetly play'd in tune.

    As fair art thou, my bonie lass,
    So deep in luve am I,
    And I will luve thee still, my dear,
    Till a' the seas gang dry.

    Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
    And the rocks melt wi' the sun!
    And I will luve thee still, my dear,
    While the sands o' life shall run.

    And fare thee weel, my only luve,
    And fare thee weel a while!
    And I will come again, my luve,
    Tho' it were ten thousand mile!

  • Re: Friends

    by » 10 years ago


    Nice story by the way.. I liked it:)

  • Re: Friends

    by » 10 years ago


    Escape me?
    Never --
    Beloved!
    While I am I, and you are you,
    So long as the world contains us both,
    Me the loving and you the loth,
    While the one eludes, must the other pursue.
    My life is a fault at last, I fear:
    It seems too much like a fate, indeed!
    Though I do my best I shall scarce succeed.
    But what if I fail of my purpose here?
    It is but to keep the nerves at strain,
    To dry one's eyes and laugh at a fall,
    And, baffled, get up and begin again, --
    So the chase takes up one's life, that's all.
    While, look but once from your farthest bound
    At me so deep in the dust and dark,
    No sooner the old hope goes to ground
    Than a new one, straight to the selfsame mark,
    I shape me --
    Ever
    Removed!

  • Re: Friends

    by » 10 years ago


    thank u

  • Re: Friends

    by » 10 years ago


    All right.. lovely piece of writing by Robert Burns. But what is it that you want to discuss???

  • Re: Friends

    by » 10 years ago


    The dreams
    Lay shattered
    About your feet
    And the winds song
    Leaves the soul
    And cries into the night
    In stunning silence
    The disbelief that eternity
    Was but a moment
    And words of love
    Just water
    Trickling through your fingers

    In sorrows happenstance
    We feign civility
    And walk with stumbled pride
    And hope the night
    Be a sponge to tears
    Soaking up the fears
    We hide inside

    With a lover's pride
    I hold the love
    For after love
    My soul has no wind
    To guide it home

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