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Not sure if it's true but pretty kool.

One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class 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 hisarms 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 hig 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.

...its true....

Damn, thats some serious stuff. Thats why I'm proud to be the "nice guy". I never was stuck up or what not. Just was as polite as I could be.

True or not, it's a pretty cool story...

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

Off-shoot of a story from Chicken Soup for the Soul. Still a damn good story, though...

WOW!!

True or not, it's a great story!

I only hope I'll be able to touch someone near as much!

Teen suicide is the number one killer of teens in America!

As someone who has been picked on to no end, it's hard! I never thought suicide but then again when it got hard I was able to talk to my mom who helped! I do my best to make sure my brothers know someone cares, I don't know what I would do if anything ever happened. We have been thru enough!

-Andy

I've contemplated it before when I was young. Not because I was picked on (which I was), but because of my family situation. Glad I started thinking straight and got out of my rut. Nobody knew it, though; which made it impossible for anyone to catch any signs and intervene. I have a feeling many people do this exact same thing today.

Same here. I didn't have problems with family though. I just had some mental issues I had to work through(depression). I got on medication and now have a family of my own and the thought of suicide couldn't be further away in my mind.

That's a Chicken Soup story, right? I've read it before ... still as good as ever!

sometime the smallest bit of advice, or action can chage a life for ever. Just remeber you can make a diffrence to somebody

good story