Power of your actions
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
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.
