Never underestimate the power of your actions . . .
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, "He must really be
||"Why would anyone bring home all
his books on a Friday?"
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
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.
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.
On 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 (a really grateful one) and smiled. "Thanks," he said.
As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began.
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
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 that 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
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.