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How hypocritical the average human is. We all know the right answers to say, we just chose not to act on them. How sad that is. Don't believe me? Well how about an example? If some person got booked in the hallway, how many of you have honestly stopped to help? Most just walk away making up some excuse in their head, "I don't know them," or "But their weird," or my favorite "He deserved it." I used to do that too, make up excuses I mean, until I realized how terrible the world must be for some who needed help just to pick up their books before some one steps on their hand. I started to put conscious effort into remembering to help people do stuff as small as picking up their books.

Another question, have you ever said sorry when you bumped into someone. That comes easily to me, but possibly not as much to others. I would get my foot stepped on, and the person would just keep walking. It's rude. It's a lack of simplistic manners. It's a lack of the overused word "character. I know that this stuff is probably stupid seeming to you, but it can mean a world to the person you're being rude to. You could change a person's life, and no, I'm not just saying that. You want an example? OK then. I'll show you something that has become quite popular on the Internet.


"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 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."


There you go. Total evidence. And if you're really picky, I'm pretty sure someone has written a book about how a smile saved their life. No joke. Look it up, do some digging. It's defiantly there. And that ,my friends, is how my story starts, a smile and a helpful guy, not too different from our friendly hero from the story above.
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I know it seems like I'm raging at the world through this, but I'm not. I'm just showing some observations. Tell me if you like or not please!