Saturday, April 23, 2011

The Depth Of A Smile









 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 friend 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 his books. 


He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked 
him if he wanted to play football on Saturday
 with me and my friends. He said yes.

We hung 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 me 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. 
Author Unknown

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