One day， when I was a freshman in high school， I saw a kid from my class 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 nerd1.” I had quite a weekend planned （parties and a football game with my friend tomorrow afternoon）， so I shrugged2 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 tripping3 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. 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 jerks4. 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.
　　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 me and my friends. He said yes. 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， “Dim 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.
　　Kyle was valedictorian5 of our class. I teased6 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 themselves during high school. He had more dates than me and all the girls loved him！Boy， sometimes I was jealous7.
　　Today was one of those days. I can see that he was nervous about his speech. So， I smacked8 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 siblings9， 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 him or her. 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 gasp10 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 underestimate11 the power of your actions. With one small gesture you can change a person’s life. For better or for worse.