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	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 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 me and my friends. 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, 
	"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 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 rough 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. 
					Story Courtesy of Ecloud
	Friendship isn't always easy to describe. The Eskimos, they 
	say, have a hundred different words for snow. Unfortunately,
	the English language isn't quite as innovative, though it 
	has vast opportunities to differentiate meaning. Certainly
	love is one of those opportunities. And so, too, is 
	friendship. Best friend, intimate friend, trusted friend,
	beloved friend. But whether you use adjectives or different 
	words, few could deny the nearly infinite meaning in such a 
	simple word. Friends are special people. We can't pick our 
	family and we're solely limited in the number of them
	at any rate. Society and more (and often our own conscience) 
	dictate we select a single mate. But our friends can be as
	diverse and infinite as the adjectives we chooose

	Our friends, in a very real sense, reflect the choices we make
	If I could catch a rainbow
	I would do it just for you
	And share with you its beauty
	On the days you're feeling blue
	If I could build a mountain
	You could call your very own
	A place to find serenity 
	A place to be alone
	If I could take your troubles 
	I would toss them in the sea
	But all these things I'm finding 
	Are impossible for me
	I cannot build a mountain
	Or catch a rainbow fair
	But let me be what I know best
	A friend that's always there

	Friends aren't the people who would bail u out of jail and say 
	"Man that was STUPID!", they are the people who would be sitting
	next to u and saying "MAN THAT WAS AWESOME!"

	Good friends are hard to find, harder to leave, and
	impossible to forget.

	A best friend is like a four leaf clover, hard to find
	and lucky to have.

	Best friends are the siblings God forgot to give us.

	When it hurts to look back, and you're scared to look
	ahead, you can look beside you and your best friend will be there.

	True friendship never ends.

	Friends are forever.

	Good friends are like stars....You don't always see
	them, but you know they are always there.

	Many people will walk in and out of your life. 
	But only true friends will leave footprints in your heart.

	A simple friend has never seen you cry. 
   	A real friend has shoulders soggy from your tears. 

   	A simple friend doesn't know your parents' first names. 
    	A real friend has their phone numbers in his address book. 

   	A simple friend brings a bottle of wine to your party. 
   	A real friend comes early to help you cook and stays late to help 
	you clean. 

    	A simple friend hates it when you call after he has gone to bed. 
    	A real friend asks you why you took so long to call. 

  	A simple friend seeks to talk with you about your problems. 
    	A real friend seeks to help you with your problems. 

   	A simple friend wonders about your romantic history. 
   	A real friend could blackmail you with it. 

    	A simple friend, when visiting, acts like a guest. 
   	A real friend opens your refrigerator and helps himself. 

   	A simple friend thinks the friendship is over when you HAVE an 
  	A real friend knows that it's not a friendship until after you've 
	had  a fight. 
	A simple friend expects you to always be there for them. 
    	A real friend expects to always be there for you! 

	If one day you feel like crying...
	Call me.
	I don't promise you that...
	I will make you laugh
	But I can cry with you

	If one day you want to run away
	Don't be afraid to call me.
	I don't promise to ask you to stop,
	But I can run with you.

	If one day you don't want to listen to anybody;
	Call me and...
	I promise to be very quiet.

	If one day you call and there is no answer...

	Come fast to see me
	Perhaps I need you...O:-)