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True Meaning of Friendship
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. |
