Sunday, May 03, 2009 1:39 PM
STORY: Best FriendsOne
day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class
who 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 a
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. For better or for worse.
Your God puts us all in each other's lives to impact one another in
some way. Look for God in others.
... author unknown (the best kind)
And this from the late Paul Harvey:STORY: These Things I Wish For You
AUTHOR: Paul Harvey
We
tried so hard to make things better for our kids that we made them
worse. For my grandchildren, I'd like better. I'd really like for them
to know about hand-me down clothes and homemade ice cream and leftover
meatloaf sandwiches. I really would!
I hope you learn humility
by being humiliated, and that you learn honesty by being cheated. I
hope you learn to make your bed and mow the lawn and wash the car. And
I really hope nobody gives you a brand new car when you are sixteen. It
will be good if at least one time you can see puppies born and your old
dog put to sleep. I hope you get a black eye fighting for something you
believe in. I hope you have to share a bedroom with your younger
brother. And it's all right if you have to draw a line down the middle
of the room, but when he wants to crawl under the covers with you
because he's scared, I hope you let him. When you want to see a movie
and your little sister wants to tag
along, I hope you'll let her.
I
hope you have to walk uphill to school with your friends and that you
live in a town where you can do it safely. On rainy days when you have
to catch a ride, I hope you don't ask your "driver" to drop you two
blocks away so you won't be seen riding with someone as uncool as your
Mom. If you want a slingshot, I hope your Dad teaches you how to make
one instead of buying one. I hope you learn to dig in the dirt and read
books. When you learn to use computers, I hope you also learn to add
and subtract in your head. I hope you get teased by your friends when
you have your first crush on a girl, and when you talk back to your
Mother that you learn what Ivory soap tastes like. May you skin your
knee climbing a mountain, burn your hand on a stove and stick your
tongue on a frozen flagpole.
I don't care if you try a beer
once, but I hope you don't like it. And if a friend offers you dope or
a joint, I hope you realize he/she is not your friend. I sure hope you
make time to sit on a porch with your Grandma and go fishing with your
Uncle. May you feel sorrow at a funeral and joy during the holidays.
Hope your Mother punishes you when you throw a baseball through a
neighbor's window and that she hugs you and kisses you at Christmas
time when you give her a mold of your hand.
These things I
wish for you - tough times and disappointment, hard work and happiness.
To me, it's the only way to appreciate life.
... author Paul Harvey