Who's cutting onions. . The Story of Kyle Dne day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class walking home from school. His name was Kyle.  Who's cutting onions The Story of Kyle Dne day when I was a freshman in high school saw kid from my class walking home His name
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The Story of Kyle
Dne day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid
from my class walking home from school. His name was
Kyle. It looked like he was canning 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 , 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, 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, but 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 out all weekend, and the more I got to know K "
the more I liked him. And my friends thought the same o W,
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.
Ever 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.
in 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 girds 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 canning 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.
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