Are you feeling alone then I want to share something with you ?

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 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


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."

Are you feeling alone then I want to share something with you ?
i woke this morning thinking how bad things were going in my life..i came across your story and read it...and all i can say is thanks for sharing that i can now see things in a different light
Reply:that was a great story. your use of details of the events makes it come to life without missing the point. it's nice to know there is still humanity left in this world. we need more acts of kindness in our society. thank you
Reply:Copying and pasting that bloody story, which I have had emailed to me so many times, and claiming it happened ot you, when in truth I bet it didnt happen at all, is not what this site is for.





Also, see this link on Snopes where they more or less discredit it as a story written in a book by someone else:





http://www.snopes.com/glurge/kyle.asp








And yes, this IS mean spirited. But I hate glurge. If you want to know how people and actions are related, read "an Inspector Calls", if you want to know about God, read the Bible. Just dont make untruths truths simply because you want them to be.
Reply:a lovely story hun but dont let a figment take the credit it was your good heart who saved him.If it were 'god' then why was only this Kyle saved and many others slipped through the net a god of love would not do this.he would sent a 'you' to each and every 'kyle' all praise is yours my love wear it!!!!!!!!!!
Reply:You have just reminded us about....THE MEANING OF LIFE.





Thanks, i really enjoyed your story and i must say this is the first time i actually acknowledged something sooooo profound and sweet.





I give you another set of wings....
Reply:It's a lovely story, thanks. x
Reply:Thank You,





GOD bless you because HE is real.
Reply:now its your turn to go and put a bullet in his head
Reply:it is a lovely story, thanks for sharing
Reply:very nice story
Reply:gd story and i can i just say 1 thing/ type 1 thing? OWWWWWWWW INETERESTTTTTTTING lol





and two points for next to nothing, kl!
Reply:It's a cool story, but I've heard it before. Is it true or an urban legend?
Reply:its a very nice story and its going deep into the soul !


and yes i believe too that REAL friends are angels !


have a nice day !
Reply:That was such a nice story.
Reply:Thanks anyways for telling this story,in this fast movin life people run only for money and themselves,at the end point they r all lonely from inside.Atleast these inciddents like urs make them feel that humanity and helping each with care and love is the reason why God made us.I truly believe in this.
Reply:vERY NICE STORY.
Reply:Thanks!
Reply:brought a lump to my throat, its beautiful