One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my
class who 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 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’re 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. Boy, sometimes I was jealous!
Today was one of those days, but 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 first day we met. He had planned to kill himself over the
weekend. He told 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 others’ 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.'
- via
THE SOWER, a weekly publication of the Arthur church of Christ,
Arthur, IL. Ron Bartanen, who serves as minister and editor, may be
contacted through the congregation's website:
http://www.arthurchurchofchrist.com
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