BRONZE Member since Jul 2002

Location: Dorking, Surrey, United Kingdo...

Total posts: 217
Posted:I just got this sent to me by a friend of mine. I don't know if this story is true or not, but the message clear and it is a good one. Apparently it's national friendship week somewhere don't know where but it's a damn good idea to show your appreciation to the ones you love so I thought I would share this with you all. I'm not ashamed to admit it this story actually brought a tear to my eye!

Anyway, peace and joy to you all, and heed the message

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 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 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 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 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.

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

[ 04. April 2003, 03:12: Message edited by: Chorin ]

Dilbert's Words of Wisdom -
I can please only one person per day. Today is not your day. Tomorrow is not looking good either!
You are slower than a herd of turtles stampedeing through peanut butter!

Oh yeah.... Don't tell the ants

Delete Topic



Location: la-la land

Total posts: 2419
Posted:yeah I've seen this b4... really hits home doesn't it? Treat people as you wish to be treated..

Thanks for sharing that with us - I'd forgotten all about it.

I honour you as an aspect of myself..

You are never to old to storm a bouncey castle..


GOLD Member since Sep 2002


Carpal \'Tunnel
Location: Berlin, Ireland

Total posts: 2617
Posted:Man I knew I was hungover but I must be an emotional mess too...

I live in a world of infinite possibilities.


GOLD Member since Nov 2001


still can't believe it's not butter
Location: Melbourne, Australia

Total posts: 6979
Posted:wow what a beautiful story!
it makes me realise just what the truly is the most important thing in life. Lucky for me that you can't see goosebumps on the internet!!

"What is a friend ? A single soul dwelling in two bodies."

Laugh Often, Smile Much, Post lolcats Always


Posted:yeah - nice one

thanks for that.





Location: London, UK

Total posts: 1376
Posted:Lovely story, but it ain't true And I'm not keen on the whole god angle either.

"Moo," said the happy cow.


GOLD Member since Nov 2001


still can't believe it's not butter
Location: Melbourne, Australia

Total posts: 6979
Posted:sometimes when we invent a tale, it need not be true for the tale to work it's magic on you.

there is trouble though, when you send in weapons inspectors to verify your tale....

/flees in a panic

Laugh Often, Smile Much, Post lolcats Always



Location: Mpls, MN, USA

Total posts: 646
Posted:I've seen it before as well and whatever it's background it is a good story

Fuzzy Dice.......................................




Froggie ... Ribbit !!!
Location: Back in Paris... for now !

Total posts: 4224
Posted:Thank you that is a beautiful story and it is so true that our life is made of those magickal encounters

I have to add that for me a friend is not only someone who can support you in hard times but someone who can be GENUINELY happy for you when you are happy even if they are not.... think about it ... it is not as common as people would like to think ...

shine on

"I want brown bread... no, that is diesel oil..."
"So I was raised in Europe, where History comes from ..."
"NON !!! La Plume de mon oncle n est pas Bingibangibungi !!!"


BRONZE Member since Dec 2000


the henna lady
Location: WNY, USA

Total posts: 6193
Posted:quote:Originally posted by spiralx:
Lovely story, but it ain't true And I'm not keen on the whole god angle either. Actually, the story is true. Different names, different faces but a generic representation of something that has happened to hundreds of people. I can think of a couple off the top of my head.

If you don't like the god angle, then change it to what you want it to be. Whoever sent this particular version did. The one I received several years ago did not mention god at all.

The concept is powerful. The underlying moral is truth. The feeling is uplifting and contemplative. And I appreciate every word of it, each time I read it.
Thank you for the reminder...

And to my friends on here...I love you all, thank you for picking me up from the mud countless times!

Higher, higher burning fire...making music like a choir
"Oooh look! A pub!" -exclaimed after recovering from a stupid fall
"And for the decadence of art, nothing beats a roaring fire." -TMK


SILVER Member since Jul 2001


Tantamount to fatuity
Location: Down the road, United Kingdom

Total posts: 15965
Posted:quote:Originally posted by Pele:
And to my friends on here...I love you all, thank you for picking me up from the mud countless times! What about those that mention the "effects" kero has on you at every available opportunity?

"I'll carry this....It's harder to spill a hat" - Chellybean
" a rabbit caught in a lighthouse?" - Chellybean




Lost in the world but loving it :)
Location: Maybe Oxford, maybe Brighton ;...

Total posts: 119
Posted:This is a beautiful sentiment, and made me smile which is a good thing at the moment (lots of stress), hopefully all my m8s I've forwarded it too will feel the same.

Give your friends a hug

If fishes were wishes we'd all cast nets