Never miss a chance to bless someone

This is one of the results of a search I was doing online. I was searching for answers on what Jesus felt when power went out of him to heal. Now this is not on that subject, but the story itself has a healing message. ~ TD
 
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The power of a gesture

by David Paul Brown

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.

victimHe 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, “Damn 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, 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 me 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.

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

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0 responses to “Never miss a chance to bless someone

  1. You have a nice heart Trail 😀

     
  2. This anecdote is true, and I’m sure amongst our readers we have at least two people other than myself who can tell the same story from their lives. NEVER underestimate the power of even the SMALLEST act we do for another: they look upon it in ways we cannot imagine! And as Sisters never ceased to remind us when we were children, God is in and of us at all times; so who wants to be the first to betray Him?

     
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  4. What a great story. People are like bananas. You usually can’t tell they’re bruised until they’re opened up.
    Be gentle.

     
  5. Thank you traldust for this wonderful story. Indeed, we never know what effect we have on people.

    As for blessings, my mother always drew the Sign of the Cross on my forehead and said, “God Bless you, and Blessed Mary take care of you.” I did the same for my children and I still do it to the people I love.

     
    • I know what you mean, Joan. When disaster was rushing in on us, my Mom would always cry out, “Jesus, Mary and Joseph!” There was one snowy morning she was driving my sister and I to grammar school, when she lost traction at a stop sign and we were sliding towards an oncoming school bus. She cried out the same way, and at the last moment we slowed, while the school bus went by at about 30 mph. I have always marked that moment as immediate and direct divine intervention.

       
  6. So important for us to realize we make an impression on everyone we come in contact with. I try to start each day asking the Lord to help me to be sensitive about that very thing. Trudging along every day in a job I don’t enjoy, I often wonder why The Lord has me where I am. The answer always comes back that because I cross the path of many people I will have an impression on each person. My prayer is that I keep Jesus in the forefront of my thoughts. I’ll be the first to say that as a type A personality it is not always easy. Thanks for this inspiring story. We all, one day, will find out what lives we have touched.

     
    • Thanks Jerry. I’ve wondered that many times. Perhaps there’s a person here or there that the Lord wants reached, or maybe down one of these dark turns is a best friend we haven’t yet met.

       
  7. I’ve read this account many times but it always moves me. We just never know when an act of compassion or empathy means everything to the recipient.

     
  8. Wow – people like this are our angels! This made me think of a nun who picked up the pieces of my heart many times. Thanks for this awesome post!

     
  9. Thank you, TD, for this reminder of goodness, so needed in our time of darkness.

    “Be kind. Be kind. And you will become a saint.” – St. Vincent de Paul

     
  10. Terrific post, Traildust!

     

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