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    <title>topic YOUR ACTIONS MAY CHANGE A LIFE in Community Chat</title>
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    <description>&lt;P&gt;YOUR ACTIONS MAY CHANGE A LIFE&lt;BR /&gt; Author Unknown&lt;BR /&gt; August 7, 2011&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my&lt;BR /&gt; class was walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like&lt;BR /&gt; he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, "Why would&lt;BR /&gt; anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a&lt;BR /&gt; nerd." I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with&lt;BR /&gt; my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went&lt;BR /&gt; on.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran&lt;BR /&gt; at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he&lt;BR /&gt; landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in&lt;BR /&gt; the grass about ten feet from him. He looked up and I saw this&lt;BR /&gt; terrible sadness in his eyes. My heart went out to him. So, I jogged&lt;BR /&gt; over to him and as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I&lt;BR /&gt; saw a tear in his eye. As I handed him his glasses, I said, "Those&lt;BR /&gt; guys are jerks. They really should get lives." He looked at me and&lt;BR /&gt; said, "Hey thanks!" There was a big smile on his face. It was one of&lt;BR /&gt; those smiles that showed real gratitude. I helped him pick up his&lt;BR /&gt; books, and asked him where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near&lt;BR /&gt; me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had&lt;BR /&gt; gone to private school before now. I would have never hung out with a&lt;BR /&gt; private school kid before. We talked all the way home, and I carried&lt;BR /&gt; his books. He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he&lt;BR /&gt; wanted to play football on Saturday with me and my friends. He said&lt;BR /&gt; yes. We hung all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I&lt;BR /&gt; liked him. And my friends thought the same of him. Monday morning&lt;BR /&gt; came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I stopped&lt;BR /&gt; him and said, "boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles&lt;BR /&gt; with this pile of books everyday!" He just laughed and handed me half&lt;BR /&gt; the books.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends. When we were&lt;BR /&gt; seniors, began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown, and&lt;BR /&gt; I was going to Duke. I knew that we would always be friends, that the&lt;BR /&gt; miles would never be a problem. He was going to be a doctor, and I was&lt;BR /&gt; going for business on a football scholarship. Kyle was valedictorian&lt;BR /&gt; of our class. I teased him all the time about being a nerd. He had to&lt;BR /&gt; prepare a speech for graduation. I was so glad it wasn't me having to&lt;BR /&gt; get up there and speak. Graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great.&lt;BR /&gt; He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school.&lt;BR /&gt; He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates&lt;BR /&gt; than me and all the girls loved him! Boy, sometimes I was jealous.&lt;BR /&gt; Today was one of those days. I could see that he was nervous about his&lt;BR /&gt; speech. So, I smacked him on the back and said, "Hey, big guy, you'll&lt;BR /&gt; be great!" He looked at me with one of those looks (the really&lt;BR /&gt; grateful one) and smiled. "Thanks," he said. As he started his speech,&lt;BR /&gt; he cleared his throat, and began: "Graduation is a time to thank those&lt;BR /&gt; who helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your&lt;BR /&gt; teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach...but mostly your friends. I am&lt;BR /&gt; here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best&lt;BR /&gt; gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story." I just looked&lt;BR /&gt; at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we&lt;BR /&gt; met. He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how&lt;BR /&gt; he had cleaned out his locker so his mom wouldn't have to do it later&lt;BR /&gt; and was carrying his stuff home. He looked hard at me and gave me a&lt;BR /&gt; little smile. "Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing&lt;BR /&gt; the unspeakable." I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this&lt;BR /&gt; handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment. I saw his&lt;BR /&gt; mom and dad looking at me smiling that same grateful smile. Not until&lt;BR /&gt; that moment did I realize it's depth.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture&lt;BR /&gt; you can change a person's life. For better or for worse. God puts us&lt;BR /&gt; all in each other's lives to impact one another in some way. Look for&lt;BR /&gt; God in others.&lt;/P&gt;</description>
    <pubDate>Sun, 07 Aug 2011 15:05:31 GMT</pubDate>
    <dc:creator>gloriajean</dc:creator>
    <dc:date>2011-08-07T15:05:31Z</dc:date>
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      <title>YOUR ACTIONS MAY CHANGE A LIFE</title>
      <link>https://community.qvc.com/t5/Community-Chat/YOUR-ACTIONS-MAY-CHANGE-A-LIFE/m-p/104019#M50530</link>
      <description>&lt;P&gt;YOUR ACTIONS MAY CHANGE A LIFE&lt;BR /&gt; Author Unknown&lt;BR /&gt; August 7, 2011&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my&lt;BR /&gt; class was walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like&lt;BR /&gt; he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, "Why would&lt;BR /&gt; anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a&lt;BR /&gt; nerd." I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with&lt;BR /&gt; my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went&lt;BR /&gt; on.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran&lt;BR /&gt; at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he&lt;BR /&gt; landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in&lt;BR /&gt; the grass about ten feet from him. He looked up and I saw this&lt;BR /&gt; terrible sadness in his eyes. My heart went out to him. So, I jogged&lt;BR /&gt; over to him and as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I&lt;BR /&gt; saw a tear in his eye. As I handed him his glasses, I said, "Those&lt;BR /&gt; guys are jerks. They really should get lives." He looked at me and&lt;BR /&gt; said, "Hey thanks!" There was a big smile on his face. It was one of&lt;BR /&gt; those smiles that showed real gratitude. I helped him pick up his&lt;BR /&gt; books, and asked him where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near&lt;BR /&gt; me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had&lt;BR /&gt; gone to private school before now. I would have never hung out with a&lt;BR /&gt; private school kid before. We talked all the way home, and I carried&lt;BR /&gt; his books. He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he&lt;BR /&gt; wanted to play football on Saturday with me and my friends. He said&lt;BR /&gt; yes. We hung all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I&lt;BR /&gt; liked him. And my friends thought the same of him. Monday morning&lt;BR /&gt; came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I stopped&lt;BR /&gt; him and said, "boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles&lt;BR /&gt; with this pile of books everyday!" He just laughed and handed me half&lt;BR /&gt; the books.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends. When we were&lt;BR /&gt; seniors, began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown, and&lt;BR /&gt; I was going to Duke. I knew that we would always be friends, that the&lt;BR /&gt; miles would never be a problem. He was going to be a doctor, and I was&lt;BR /&gt; going for business on a football scholarship. Kyle was valedictorian&lt;BR /&gt; of our class. I teased him all the time about being a nerd. He had to&lt;BR /&gt; prepare a speech for graduation. I was so glad it wasn't me having to&lt;BR /&gt; get up there and speak. Graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great.&lt;BR /&gt; He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school.&lt;BR /&gt; He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates&lt;BR /&gt; than me and all the girls loved him! Boy, sometimes I was jealous.&lt;BR /&gt; Today was one of those days. I could see that he was nervous about his&lt;BR /&gt; speech. So, I smacked him on the back and said, "Hey, big guy, you'll&lt;BR /&gt; be great!" He looked at me with one of those looks (the really&lt;BR /&gt; grateful one) and smiled. "Thanks," he said. As he started his speech,&lt;BR /&gt; he cleared his throat, and began: "Graduation is a time to thank those&lt;BR /&gt; who helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your&lt;BR /&gt; teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach...but mostly your friends. I am&lt;BR /&gt; here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best&lt;BR /&gt; gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story." I just looked&lt;BR /&gt; at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we&lt;BR /&gt; met. He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how&lt;BR /&gt; he had cleaned out his locker so his mom wouldn't have to do it later&lt;BR /&gt; and was carrying his stuff home. He looked hard at me and gave me a&lt;BR /&gt; little smile. "Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing&lt;BR /&gt; the unspeakable." I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this&lt;BR /&gt; handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment. I saw his&lt;BR /&gt; mom and dad looking at me smiling that same grateful smile. Not until&lt;BR /&gt; that moment did I realize it's depth.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture&lt;BR /&gt; you can change a person's life. For better or for worse. God puts us&lt;BR /&gt; all in each other's lives to impact one another in some way. Look for&lt;BR /&gt; God in others.&lt;/P&gt;</description>
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