Grateful for Friends

Source: All over the internet – But thanks, Linda, for suggesting I post this! I cannot confirm the truth of this story, but the point it makes certain is clear and valid! [Note: Although posted in the past, this has been updated with minor changes]


Somerville-High-School-2One 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 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.

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 of the first day we met.

He had planned to kill himself over that 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 guy 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 of friendship, you can change a person’s life.

For better or for worse.

Be Well.


  1. Tea Bestavashvili on May 19, 2010 at 9:32 am

    Great Story!

  2. Esther on May 19, 2010 at 11:18 am

    I have heard that story before but it always brings a tear. The truth of it makes one stop and think. We have all hopefully had someone who has said or done the right thing at a moment in time when we most needed it, but have we ever been that person? I try to be that person every day and the interesting fact is that every time I say something or do something nice for someone I have no doubt that I feel better than the recipient. Trust is that it makes me feel good to do good and thankfully that’s a lesson I learned along time ago. I love making people, especially myself, happy.

    Three months after I began my job (34 years ago), the person who hired me left. I wrote her a thank you and “have a good life” note when she left. I ran into her a couple weeks ago and she told me that she has kept my note all of these years and often re-reads it when she is having a difficult day. I was amazed.
    What a lesson the impact something can have. It is such an easy thing to do and I guarantee you it will improve your day as well as the person you are kind to.



  3. Me on May 20, 2010 at 12:56 am

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