We never know who God will put n our path, they may need us, we may need them, but God has a reason 4 everything.I ask him ea. day to make me a blessing to someone somewhere. Today U blessed me thank U jrob *4u
jrob, what a truly touching story ... so sad, BUT yet so true ...
Very powerful message. I too, have good and bad memories of high school days. It's when we are older that we can look back with the maturity and wisdom we have gained throughout our years that helps us be better people. I always tell my children "You teach people how to treat you" so they to can learn how to be better people in our world today.
To borrow a quote from a movie - ARK... acts of random kindness... and each one sends out ripples to make our world a better place :) God bless you all
the net is just as powerful as a smile how many of us has this site changed things for us . I didn't know that so many of us live with broken bodies and use our love of sewing to get us through ruff times ,a kind word makes all the diference ,this site changes lives in cute there is no harsh words just love and kindness and lots of knowledge be proud of yorselves guys
Almost 20 yrs ago, I was in the employee lounge where I worked an we all were remembering our old high school days and how much fun we had with our friends. One girl( maybe 35 yrs. old). said "Not all of us had happy times in school." I looked puzzled and asked why? It turned out that she was teased and bullied, and school memories were most painful for her. She was about to cry and we all gave her a hug and told her that we wished we had known her. You are correct, one person could have have made a difference.
I looked at it as we were to late for her high school days, but we could try to make up for her hurt.
It certainly is a powerful story. Thank-you for posting it. *4U
very true words jrob - sometimes thats all it takes a small action or a few kind words to turn someone elses life around. Jo *4U
How true that story is. I have always been there for the underdog as they say. It does bring back memories to me.
wow that brings back memories i was always the one in school picked on because i would not hang with the gangs now most of the people that picked on me and hung with the gangs are dead and i am still here
That is such a beautiful story. In a world in like ours, with all the stress, and the dog eat dog attitude, a little act of kindness can go a long way. Thanks for sharing it.
The many lives that are touched by the acts of kindness are AWESOME. Many are turned around by acts of kindness...lemon + sugar= lemonade but the sugar of sweetest must be added to get a GOOD DRINK ;) *4U
wow "it only takes one person to change your life" that is my saying,it can be for the better or worse
A Nerd and a Jock"
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 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.
On 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 its 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 others lives to impact one
another in some way.