To All Of My C-PALSY FRIENDS ,
Happy Friendship Week. Jenn, may I forward kjp
--- Jennifer Zubko <[log in to unmask]>
wrote:
> I was sent this story and loved it, so had to
> send it to all of you. Thank
> you for everything. I have just been sent to a
> neurosurgeon in Montreal who
> does implant intrasthecal pumps, and Dr. Gillen
> will do 25 trigger point
> injections tomorrow morning.... Ouch! Am
> staying here in Ottawa for the
> summer, for thjose who don't know. Love, ajENN
>
> 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."
>
> 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.
>
> You now have two choices, you can:
>
> 1) Pass this on to your friends or
>
> 2) Delete it and act like it didn't touch your
> heart.
>
> As you can see, I took choice number 1.
> "Friends are angels who lift us to
> our feet when our wings have trouble
> remembering how to fly."
>
> There is no beginning or end..Yesterday is
> history.
>
> Tomorrow is mystery.
>
> Today is a gift.
>
>
> It's National Friendship Week. Show your
> friends how much you care. Send
> this to everyone you
> consider a FRIEND. If it comes back to you,
> then you'll know you have a
> circle of friends.
>
>
> WHEN YOU RECEIVE THIS LETTER, YOU'RE REQUESTED
> TO SEND IT TO AT LEAST 10
> PEOPLE, INCLUDING THE PERSON WHO SENT IT TO
YOU.
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