God's Plan for Your Salvation
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 friend
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 his books. He turned out to
be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play football on Saturday
with my friends and I. He said yes. We hung 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, "Damn 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 me 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,"
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.