Be A Good Friend
Be A Good Friend
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 towards 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 to 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 until now. I had 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 game 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.