The Power of Your Actions

I’m not even sure if this a true story or an urban legend. It doesn’t matter. What does matter is that you read it to your kids!

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 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 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 some of his books.

He turned out to be a pretty cool kid.

I asked him if he wanted to play a little football
 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.

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 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 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.

Via Please Read This | Michael Boyle’s Blog

I’m pretty sure I’ve read this story a million times, but each time I read it I get a little choked up at the idea that this stemmed from true circumstances. Most of me believes that this story is 100% true. Regardless of its authenticity, it should inspire anyone who reads it.

We sometimes need reminded how powerful our actions truly are.


Which Moment From Your Life Would You Choose To Relive If You Could?

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[My absolute favorite picture #photooftheday #instacc #instacc365d0121 #hug]
My wedding day was pretty awesome. In the greater realms of things, it was one of the highlights of my life. It wasn’t the so-called ‘perfect’ day, but it cam damn close.
I mean my best man was running late during the pre-game, and I’m pretty sure over the course of the weekend festivities I got into an individual argument with almost everyone who was a member of my wedding party (true story).
But somehow it turned out to be an amazing time, an amazing experience, and just a down right fun day.
The weather during that September day was beautiful. And for those of you familiar with the fall weather in Western PA… it can be unkind at times. The sun was out all day, the sky was clear and the temperatures were comfortably warm with a gentle breeze. During the wedding party photos after the ceremony, we visited a local park. It made for some amazing photos.
The wedding ceremony was small, quaint and extremely personal to us. We had our family and friends there to celebrate our love. It was exactly what we wanted.
The wedding reception was unparalleled. The facility treated us like a king and queen. Pre-arranging to have the wedding party eat before the first guests arrived was the ideal situation. We didn’t have to worry about eating, meeting and greeting all at once. We got to spend the time we wanted talking with our guests.
We set a new record with the fun factor in my opinion. Not many wedding receptions are so full of life and just down right fun that the facility employees joined in on the festivities. We had the bar staff and waitstaff out on the dance floor cutting the rug with us (we have pictures)!~
To make things even better, the pictures our photographer took were amazing. He captured some of the most amazing moments that simply could not be described better than with a photo.
The best prize of all was the woman I love became my wife. What better way to spend my day???
Yep, I’d relive that day any chance I got.