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Taqwa11

Taqwa11

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Here's a story someone recently sent me. It belongs in places like this General Discussion thread:

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.

Dude_Doc

Dude_Doc

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Maybe he'll save someones life, who then saves another, and another, and so it goes on and on. Pretty smart thing actually, a small thing can in the end turn up to be pretty good, or pretty bad, but mostly (and hopefully) good.

Edric O

Edric O

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Ederic, imagine, you are walking on thwe baks of a river, you hear a scream, and look whos drowning, Hitlers grandmother, if you save her, you have just made WW2 possibel.

And if I don't save her, something FAR more terrible might happen.

The fact is, we don't know the future. Anyone who thinks he has the right to decide who lives and who dies based on what they *might* do is an arrogant hypocrite.

Edric O

Edric O

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Do not dwell in the past for it will consume you. Do not dwell in the future for it will tear you apart. Dwell in the now for life goes on.

No. Always look to the future, and do your best to make sure that what should be, will be.

And he who controls the past controls the future.

Acriku

Acriku

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Edric, if you are to understand anything I say, let it be this. Dwelling, meaning staying in there, for a long while. If you keep your mind in the future, you destroy the present, if you keep your mind in the past you destroy the future. A penny for your thoughts. That's what I meant.

Terror

Terror

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fake? dunno.. i don't think so.. but it's just funny that i see it again but this time in english

the only thing that's different though is the names of those cities

Dude_Doc

Dude_Doc

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Yeah, perhaps if you did not save Hitler's grandma, then maybe the Soviets had invaded Europe, like in Red Alert? Just a funny thought. I love alternate history anyways hehe...

rogue1896

rogue1896

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or maybe it's just really pathetic. perhaps there are a lot of people that wanted to kill themselves and ppl, like taq, stood in and helped them out. perhaps it's just a coincidence. or maybe someone else stole the story off taq and recited it somewhere where you had heard it. maybe he just copied it from somewhere to make us all cry. who knows?

emprworm

emprworm

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its a good story. and im glad it circulates in other languages. stories like that need to be told no matter what language.

very touching story, and it is always good to save someone as long as they contribute to society in a positive way.

wrong. saving someone is always good. societal contribution is irrelevant.

a handicapped 40 year old in a wheelchair costs appx 100,000 a year to society. he is mentally a 13 year old, and will not be making any contributions. he is just loving his life like any 13 year old as much as he can in a wheelchair.

i guess in a some futuristic barbaric genetic society, his genomes are unwanted so he should be killed. if this is what humanity is coming to, hell is not too far away.

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