Long but well worth the read!

  1. 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 bef
    ore. 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.

    . "Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly."
  2. 8 Comments

  3. by   tattooednursie
    Wow, that was deep. I wish my graduation went that well lol.
  4. by   jnette
    How very true. We just never know, do we? Y'know how sometimes you just feel that little inner "nudge" to say or do something to/for someone at a particular moment? I've made it a point not to ignore it and follow through. Wonderful things usually happen as a result. This is one example.

    Lovely story. Thanx for sharing. Amazing what one simple act of kindness and compassion can do. For both the giver and the recipient.
  5. by   Brownms46
    Thanks everyone...I'm glad you enjoyed it! I got this in an email from a good friend. And while I was reading it, I was reminded of a CN I worked with here. She told me about meeting a NP who she thought didn't like her, and how they became friends. This NP and her husband, who was also in medicine, came to her rescue while she was going thru a divorce, with five children. She was working as an CNA at the time.

    While she went to school, this NP helped her by babysitting her kids, and even cleaning her house, while she went to school for her LPN. She is now an RN thanks to the friendship of these two wonderful people.

    At the time she met this woman, there was no way she would have ever believed, she would play such an important role in her life. Like the kid in the story, you can never judge a book by it's cover...
  6. by   nursenoelle
    *sniff* Great Story- thanks for sharing !
  7. by   Jay-Jay
    Thank you for sharing that story. That kid with the glasses could easily have been me, except I wore hearing aids, not glasses.

    If you have (or know of) teenagers who are bullying those who are 'different', for God's sake, TELL THEM THIS STORY!!! This sort of thing DOES happen all the time, and not all teens are as lucky as the young man in this story.

    I managed to survive the bullying and teasing, probably because I had good friends who also were being bullied and teased, but the scars are still there.
  8. by   gwenith
    Too true Jay Jay. Sometimes it is the little things that make the big differences and all too often people forge that. Everyone is so intent on being the next superstar/nobel laureate that they forget that it is just as important to help another though a day.
  9. by   nowplayingEDRN
    It has been a while since I have sen and read this and it just emphasizes that when the "spirit" moves you to do a kind deed or say a kind word...never, ever ignore it. Thanks for sharing.
  10. by   night owl

    Thank you very much...what a poinant story! I will pass this message along for sure.