One day, when I was a fresh man in high schewl, | saw a kid hem my class was walking heme frem school.
His name was Kyle. It leaked like he was carrying all his beaks. I thug ht to myself, “Why weild anyone
bring heme all his been an a Friday? He must really be a nerd." I had quite a weekend planned (parties and
a feelball game with my friends I shrugged my shoulders and went an.
As Iwas walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his beaks 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
abaut ten feet ficarra him. He leaked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes. My heart went out ta him.
Sp I jagged ever ta him and as he crawled around looking fer his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye.
As I handed him his glasses, I said, "These guys are jerks. They really should get lives? He leaked at me and
said, ''Hey thankss There was a big smile en his face. It was ene ofthose smiles that shewed real gratitude. I
helped him pick up his beaks, and asked him where he lived. As it ta med out, he lived near me, sol asked
him why I had never seen him befire. He said he had gene to private schewl befire now. I weild have
never hung out with a private schewl kid befire. We talked all the way home, and I carried his beaks. He
turned eat to be a pretty ceil kid. I asked him if he wanted ta play feelball on Saturday with me and my
friends. He said yes. We hung all weekend and the mere I get to knew Kyle, the mere I liked him, and my
friends thaught the same him.
Monday meming came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of beaks again. I stepped him and said,
Hey, you are gen really build seme serieus muscles with this pile of beaks everyday!" He just laughed
and handed me half the beaks. Over the next fear years, Kyle and I became best friends. When we were
seniors, we began to think abaut college. Kyle decided an , and I was geing ta Duke. I knew
that we weild always be friends, that the miles weild never be a prablem. He was gei to be a doctor,
and I was gei fer business en a feelball scholarship.
Kyle was valedictorian ear class. I teased him all the time about being nerd. He had to prepare a speech
fer grad eatign. I was so glad it wasn' t me having he get up there and speak.
Graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great He was one ofthose guys that really he himself ring high
school. He filled eat and actually leaked good in glasses. He had mere dates than I had and all the girls
Reved him. Bay, sometimes I . Today was em of those days. I maid see that he was nervous
abaut his speech. Sp, I smacked him an the back and said, "Hey, big guy, yrah' ll be great?' He looked at me
with are of these leeks (the really grateful ane) and smiled. 'Than ks," he said.
As he started his speech, he cleared his threat, and began. "G radiation is a time ta who
helped you make it raugh these taugh years. Yaar parents, , pour siblings, maybe a
cetch... bat mostly year friends. I am here ta tell all emf yea that being a friend to semaine is the best gift
yea can give them. I am geing ta tell mu a stew."
I just leaked at my friend with disbelief as he mid the new of the first day we met. He had planned to kill
himself ever the weekend. He talked of haw he had cleaned eat his Becker so his Mam wouldn't have ta 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 hem dd the unspeakable. "I heard the gasp m thaugh the crew as this
handsome, popolar bay told us all abaut his weakest moment. I saw his mam and dad looking at me and
smiling that same grateful smile. Nat until that merneng did I realize it' s depth.
Never underestimate the power of year actions. With me small gesture yea can change a persin’ s life. Fer
better er fer worse.