Monday, July 28, 2008
Happy Friendship Week!
LOL! The title makes me laugh. No, not because it's funny but because you receive this kind of articles all the time, all year round, which makes you wonder whether it's truly Friendship Week again.
I have no qualms about receiving positive articles or stories and this one sure is positive. I believe all of us are here for a reason, who we meet, for how long, etc. This is a touching story - with a lesson. The message says I'm supposed to send this to 10 people, so I hope this post reaches that number - and beyond. You too can accomplish that by sharing it with friends and family. It also says that if it comes back to you, it means that you have a circle of friends. That I know I have because this is the umpteenth time I have received this email. Strangely, it still moves me each time I read it.
Let's begin, shall we?
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 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 others lives to impact one another in some way. Look for God in others.
You now have two choices, you can:
1) Pass this on to your friends or
2) Delete it and act like it didn't touch your heart.
As you can see, I took choice number 1.
'Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly.'
There is no beginning or end.. Yesterday is history.
Tomorrow is a mystery.
Today is a gift.
It's National Friendship Week. Show your friends how much you care. Send this to everyone you consider a FRIEND.
If it comes back to you, then you'll know you have a circle of friends.
WHEN YOU RECEIVE THIS LETTER, YOU'RE REQUESTED TO SEND IT TO AT LEAST 10 PEOPLE, INCLUDING THE PERSON WHO SENT IT TO YOU.
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Great post! I know I am grateful to friends who have crossed path with me and those who have "saved" my life!ReplyDelete
When did you receive the e-mail? I guess Friendship Week has passed...ReplyDelete
thank God for friends who influence us for good.ReplyDelete
MBL, indeed, friends are a blessing.ReplyDelete
KS, aww... apparently, you missed the first para.
Ain't that a fact! Totally loved your post though, I must say I have not been so fortunate. Most of the times I have to pull myself out of depression.
But the truth is, each time I try to kill myself I realise how much I am in love with the world and somehow or rather save myself from actually dying! Hahaha hilarious is it not?
Thanks for sharing what you shared. I know what you mean. Life is full of love/hate situations, doesn't it? One minute you hate it, the next you are madly in love with it and everyone else around you. One thing is for sure though. I will never ever kill myself nor put myself at risk of dying no matter how low the moment could be. Life is for living, I say! So the next time you think of dying, remember that. Or better still, write to me (this unknown little blogger) so I can remind you, ya? Let me be the one to pull you out of depression for a change, eh? In the meantime, here are two quotes to ponder over:
The purpose of life is not to be happy. It is to be useful, to be honorable, to be compassionate, to have it make some difference that you have lived and lived well. - Ralph Waldo Emerson
If your will power doesn't work, try your "won't" power.