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Kristina gave me this and it means alot n yea... thanks for sending it to me...

I've learned that....well... Life isn't all it's cut out to be. It has it's ups and it's downs. But, you have to embrace those ups and downs and learn from them. You can't just sit back and mope and make people have pity for you. You have to put those things that are hurting you aside and live . You only get one life, and that one life isn't that long . You have to do everything that comes your way. Yeah, you might get embarrassed , but in a month...no one will remember . You have to do what you feel is right . You can't worry about other people . Just live life how you would want to live it. Don't follow examples, make them. Let people follow in your footsteps. Sometimes, you just have to dance around your room and look like a fool . Other times, you just have to sing as loud as you can , even if you do sound bad .You haven't lived until you've danced around in your underwear . And most of all ...You need to laugh .Never go a day without laughing, or at least smiling . It doesn't matter if you have had the worst day--if you just laugh ,everything will be okay . For the most part, just be you . Don't listen to others . They are going to make fun of you. They are going to tell you that you are stupid Or say things to you that arnt true . But that is their opinion . It only becomes true when you start to believe it.

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I saw this in Pinas xanga and it really made me think and it should really make you think too --- sooo really you should read  it all i know its long but read it

 --*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, 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 t! hat showed real gratitude.

I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived. As it turned out, h e 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 goo d 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 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 its depth.

Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture you can change a person's life. For
better or for worse.

God puts us all in each other's lives to impact one another in some way.