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"WITH ONE SMALL GESTURE YOU CAN CHANGE A PERSON'S LIFE.  GOD PUTS US ALL HERE TO IMPACT ONE ANOTHER IN SOME WAY. LOOK FOR THE GOOD IN OTHERS"

 i am alive
 

     "I am alive tonight because of my new friend Eric.  Yesterday I wanted to die, and I thought of all the ways that I might do it.  I decided to take all my books home from school and that when I was at home I would sit in the car in the garage before anyone else came home, and that I would leave the door closed and the engine running.  I could not stand being so left out any more.  I was quiet and shy and everyone else already had their friends.  My parents could not afford for me to wear the brand names and the stylish things that others had...I looked different and no one wanted to be my friend.  Perhaps, I thought yesterday, that things would always be this way.  What was the point of living?.
    
But today, I was knocked down by some kids after school and the nicest guy came to help me.  I had seen him before and I thought he was a part of that great "in" group, but I guess not, because he came over to me and helped me up.  He even talked to me and invited me to a basketball game.  I guess there is hope for me too and if Eric thinks I'm worthwhile, then maybe I am. I wonder if Eric knows what an impact he had on my life.  Eric saved my life today............................
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.................    He had been a strange looking sight when he first came to our school, tall and gangly, his clothes and shoes out of date.  He had, I suppose tried to fit in, but there had been little response from those of us who thought we were the jocks of the school.  I knew within my insecure heart that we were not very friendly, oh well, too bad, he would have to make his way into our "group" if he dared....Fat Chance!!!

    
     We worked hard, those of us who thought we were something special, to keep him and others like him on the outside looking in.  We were not sure what we didn't like about him ...probably nothing but there was an unwritten rule among us; a code that indicated that somehow by including him we would make ourselves less powerful, less important. Yet, out of all my high school memories, the kids I knew and the things I did, he is the only person who made lasting impression in my life.

      One particular Friday after school, I spied him walking alone, as always, a load of books on his back making him look more stooped and nerdy than ever.  I shrugged, "What a nerd, who would take so many books home on a Friday?"  I myself, had taken none, for I had a weekend of socializing to look forward to.  Still, I thought..." I wonder what he does at home with all those books...does he study, sitting alone in his room."  It occurred to me that I didn't know anything about him at; where he lived, who his family was or what he did at all on the weekend.

 
His walk across the school yard was slow but yet purposeful, totally unaware that a group of kids were running toward him.  His head moved slowly toward the sound of their voices and at that precise moment, his body hit the ground below and the books on his back and in his arms slammed into the tree beside him.  Like a bitter cold wind, the group disappeared almost oblivious to what they had done and he was left sprawled on the ground.

      Like a movie unfolding before me, I watched myself run over to where he gathered together the pieces of his wounded soul.  Two dark eyes, filled with tears, searched my face and expected ridicule.  "Those guys are jerks!"  I heard myself say.
 
     His face filled with the biggest smile.  I jerked back to reality.  It seemed so natural to talk to him, to help him pick up his books, to walk with him down the street...I could not believe how I had ignored him before.  "Thanks, " he said again as we parted ways.

      Within two weeks he was gone.  I had spoken to him several times in school and had invited him to a Friday night basketball game.  He began to walk with his head up, and I began to understand how truly awful we had all been to him. I vowed to try to be a better person , to think more for myself rather than of myself and to be more accepting of other students like him in our school.

     When I heard the news of the car accident and his death, I cried for all the time that had been wasted on ignorance and cruelty but mostly I cried because he had been a student in our school and there were probably only three of us who knew his name and had spoken to him.

     A week after the funeral his mother came to the door of our house and handed me a letter.  "Simon told me you had been a good friend to him but I never realized how much you had helped him until I found this in his room.  I thought you might like to have it." I opened the raggy, tear-stained envelope and began to read .....
" I am alive tonight.....

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