A Story

    • I recieved this story from a friend in my e-mail and I liked it, so i hope that you will enjoy when you read it :)

      Hope you enjoy
      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

      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 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

      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 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.

      God puts us all in each other's lives to impact one another
      in some way. Look for God in others.
    • Hi.....
      Tayib:) i don't think the story was that long ... i have seen longer stories here, don't you think?..

      Bint Laden .... thanks i enjoied reading every bit of it .... i liked the style it is written... yet the beautiful meanings it holds are even greater.....

      allow me to add something....

      A conversation here. A conversation there. A meal. A trip. A visit. A problem faced. A struggle overcome. A success shared. Little by little, our friendship has grown.

      We don't choose our families, but friends are up for grabs.

    • Well i'm sorry taiyb if the story was so long but when i read it i enjoy it and i didn't feal that it was so long as u see it>>Ok i will try next time to bring short stories;)

      hay endurance thanxs a lot and i'm happy that u have read all of
      the story:p

      i hope the others weill enjoy it while they are reading it and I hope tayib will continue the rest of the story

      ;) ;)

      See u all
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