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When I read this, it hit where everyone has heart. It's something we 
should ALL think about:







In a message dated 3/5/2003 4:29:33 PM Central Standard Time, Skyz20000 
writes:


> Boy if we just took this to heart and really thought about it what a 
> difference it would realy make!
> 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. 
> 
> 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. 
> 
> 





Diana Silverlock

Master Planeswalker Necromancer, and Bane of the Tyrants of Law
Lady of the Demi-Plane called Necropolis, Guardian of the Balence of Life and 
Death
Quote: Though I Walk in the Valley of Death, I Fear Nothing; For I am the 
Deadliest Killer in the Valley.
AIM Screen Name: BladeofSouls
Other (Known) Aliases: Iceflame55

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5 FAMILY=3D"SCRIPT" FACE=3D"Comic Sans MS" LANG=3D"0">One day, when I was a=
freshman in high school, I saw <BR>
a kid from my class was walking home from school. His <BR>
name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his <BR>
books. I thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring <BR>
home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a <BR>
nerd." <BR>
<BR>
I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football <BR>
game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I <BR>
shrugged my shoulders and went on. <BR>
<BR>
As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward <BR>
him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his <BR>
arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses <BR>
went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten <BR>
feet from him. He looked up and I saw this terrible <BR>
sadness in his eyes. <BR>
<BR>
My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him and <BR>
as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw <BR>
a tear in his eye. As I handed him his glasses, I said, <BR>
"Those guys are jerks. They really should get lives." He looked <BR>
at me and said, "Hey thanks!" There was a big smile on his face. It was one=
of those smiles that showed real gratitude. <BR>
<BR>
I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where <BR>
he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him <BR>
why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private <BR>
school before now. <BR>
<BR>
I would have never hung out with a private school kid <BR>
before. We talked all the way home, and I carried some <BR>
of his books. He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I <BR>
asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my <BR>
friends. He said yes. We hung out all weekend and the <BR>
more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him, and my <BR>
friends thought the same of him. <BR>
<BR>
Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the <BR>
huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, <BR>
"Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles <BR>
with this pile of books everyday!" He just laughed and <BR>
handed me half the books. <BR>
<BR>
Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best <BR>
friends. When we were seniors, we began to think <BR>
about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I <BR>
was going to Duke. I knew that we would always be <BR>
friends, that the miles would never be a problem. He <BR>
was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business <BR>
on a football scholarship. <BR>
<BR>
Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the <BR>
time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for <BR>
graduation. <BR>
<BR>
I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and <BR>
speak. Graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great. He <BR>
was one of those guys that really found himself during high <BR>
school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. <BR>
He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him. <BR>
Boy, sometimes I was jealous. <BR>
<BR>
Today was one of those days. I could see that he was <BR>
nervous about his speech. So, I smacked him on the back <BR>
and said, "Hey, big guy, you'll be great!" He looked at me <BR>
with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled. <BR>
"Thanks," he said. <BR>
<BR>
As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and <BR>
began. "Graduation is a time to thank those who helped <BR>
you make it through those tough years. Your parents, <BR>
your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach...but mostly <BR>
your friends. I am here to tell all of you that being a <BR>
friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I <BR>
am going to tell you a story." <BR>
<BR>
I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the <BR>
story of the first day we met. He had planned to kill <BR>
himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had <BR>
cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do <BR>
it later and was carrying his stuff home. He looked hard at me and gave me =
a little smile. <BR>
<BR>
"Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from <BR>
doing the unspeakable." <BR>
<BR>
I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular <BR>
boy told us all about his weakest moment. I saw his Mom and dad looking at =
me and smiling that same <BR>
grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize it's depth. <BR>
<BR>
Never underestimate the power of your actions. With <BR>
one small gesture you can change a person's life. For <BR>
better or for worse. <BR>
<BR>
God puts us all in each other's lives to impact one another <BR>
in some way. Look for God in others. <BR>
<BR>
You now have two choices, you can: <BR>
1) Pass this on to your friends or <BR>
2) Delete it and act like it didn't touch your heart. <BR>
<BR>
As you can see, I took choice number 1. "Friends are <BR>
angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have <BR>
trouble remembering how to fly." <BR>
<BR>
There is no beginning or end..Yesterday is history. <BR>
<BR>
Tomorrow is mystery. <BR>
<BR>
Today is a gift. <BR>
<BR>
It's National Friendship Week. Show your friends <BR>
how much you care. Send this to everyone you <BR>
consider a FRIEND. If it comes back to you, then <BR>
you'll know you have a circle of friends. <BR>
<BR>
WHEN YOU RECEIVE THIS LETTER, YOU'RE REQUESTED TO SEND IT TO AT LEAST 10 PE=
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Diana Silverlock<BR>
<BR>
Master Planeswalker Necromancer, and Bane of the Tyrants of Law<BR>
Lady of the Demi-Plane called Necropolis, Guardian of the Balence of Life a=
nd Death<BR>
Quote: Though I Walk in the Valley of Death, I Fear Nothing; For I am the D=
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AIM Screen Name: BladeofSouls<BR>
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Boy if we just took this to heart and really thought about it what  a 
difference it would realy make!
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. 

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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