are you feeling alone then I want to share something with you ?

Question

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.
"Friends are
angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have
trouble remembering how to fly."

I know it's long winded but i've noticed a lot of people on here are on a downer lately and I wanted to share it

I know it's long winded but i've noticed a lot of people on here are on a downer lately and I wanted to share it

someone sent me this when I was feeling a bit down and it helped me I thought it might help others too

CAFFINE IF YOU READ THE ADDED DETAILS YOU WOULD SEE THAT IT WAS SENT TO ME AND I WANTED TO SHARE IT BECAUSE IT HELPED ME WHEN i WAS AT MY LOWEST EBB

Answer 1

i woke this morning thinking how bad things were going in my life..i came across your story and read it...and all i can say is thanks for sharing that i can now see things in a different light

Answer 2

Thanks anyways for telling this story,in this fast movin life people run only for money and themselves,at the end point they r all lonely from inside.Atleast these inciddents like urs make them feel that humanity and helping each with care and love is the reason why God made us.I truly believe in this.

Answer 3

nope not really.. but when i feel all alone i try to ask a sensible question. an interesting one.. one that people will answer.. that way i have something in my in box... like i actually have some friends.. pathetic i know.. but it's how it works for me

Answer 4

that was a great story. your use of details of the events makes it come to life without missing the point. it's nice to know there is still humanity left in this world. we need more acts of kindness in our society. thank you

Answer 5

its a very nice story and its going deep into the soul !
and yes i believe too that REAL friends are angels !
have a nice day !

Answer 6

I am reading this seven years after it was posted and don't think it matters one iota whether it was a true story or not. Apart from one person here it really touched everyone who read it. The one who posted this has probably stopped looking for more replies but thanks for posting it all the same.

Answer 7

It's a cool story, but I've heard it before. Is it true or an urban legend?

Answer 8

You have just reminded us about....THE MEANING OF LIFE.

Thanks, i really enjoyed your story and i must say this is the first time i actually acknowledged something sooooo profound and sweet.

I give you another set of wings....

Answer 9

Copying and pasting that bloody story, which I have had emailed to me so many times, and claiming it happened ot you, when in truth I bet it didnt happen at all, is not what this site is for.

Also, see this link on Snopes where they more or less discredit it as a story written in a book by someone else:

http://www.snopes.com/glurge/kyle.asp


And yes, this IS mean spirited. But I hate glurge. If you want to know how people and actions are related, read "an Inspector Calls", if you want to know about God, read the Bible. Just dont make untruths truths simply because you want them to be.

Answer 10

a lovely story hun but dont let a figment take the credit it was your good heart who saved him.If it were 'god' then why was only this Kyle saved and many others slipped through the net a god of love would not do this.he would sent a 'you' to each and every 'kyle' all praise is yours my love wear it!!!!!!!!!!