The Story of Kyle
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, 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 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, but 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 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.
On 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. 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.
today i don’t really feel making an entry. im still felling sick yet i refused to see a doctor because i know i just need rest. but im making this right now because i don’t know how to deal with it aside from crying. my boyfriend’s sister was diagnosed with Brainstem Tumor today. We’ve been dealing with her symptoms almost two weeks now, it all started with dizziness, and apparently, her first doctor said, her sinuses are swollen, so we all thought it is it. But it gotten even worse when she developed slurred speech, so she had to see a neurologist and went through a couple of tests, MRI, EMG, but it was the MRI that concluded it all. I wasn’t there when the doctor told her about what really is happening with her body, but i can imagine how she reacted.
Her mother, broken the news to me which had me crying. You see, shes more like a sister to me. She’s about my age, yes, JUST my age, 22 years old, why does it have to her. But I understand these things don’t just develop. They develop to random people. But A BRAIN TUMOR? how will I ever process this all. The witty, simple, and happy go lucky INDY. I’ve known her for over a year and I really adore her. I have a sister of my own. But we’re usually fighting, but with John’s sister, it fells different. I had someone to talk to about make up, accessories, shoes, fashion. We just get along. And I never had that with my own sister, just with her. I had a cousin who died a couple of years ago with the same diagnosis, he was just 10 when he died. and I witnessed how hard it is, i can only imagine the pain he has been through, and now this? Our poor Indy. and as a nurse, I know the prognosis of a brain tumor. I can imagine the worse. But we’re all hopeful. The doctor said the tumor can be melted with Radiation. Yes, There is Hope, and that’s all we need after all this.
I can see the pain that her mom is going through, But she is staying strong. Even willing to spoon fed Indy just to make sure she eats. I don’t know exactly what she’s going through but i know it could be the hardest thing she may have heard. I hope i can do more to support them in any way. They’re family now. John, however is taking things lightly. But I know he is just playing tough guy. He saw me crying in his room right after i cooked dinner and he just told me to stop crying and be strong because all we have left to do, is accept it, and hope for the best. I hope I’m as strong as him. But I’m not. I’m just holding on to the leap of faith that everything is going to be just fine.
Right before I started this entry, I saw Barbara changing Indy’s clothes, I can’t help but cry. And then, i decided to join them, saw John’s mother inside and Indy started crying. That was the first time she sob for all this. I know she didn’t have time to do that in the doctor’s office. She was all smile when her relatives visited her, she even told me how she react to the doctor when good old doc broke the news; and we had jokes over dinner. Seeing her cry, my heart couldn’t take it. I went out and just decided to write about it.
I don’t know if there will be people who will read this. But when someone is, please pray for Indy. She’s too young for this and she haven’t seen the world yet. Please GOD.
im so back to civilization.
no entries for the past couple of days since i was sick. fever, fatigue, and God knows what. i was not feeling well, just really tired and unwell. I spent most of the days in bed, but my head was so heavy i didn’t have the energy to even get up. just for eating and bathroom. i was asleep most of the days. but i feel like i didn’t rest at all. but I’m all well now.
what I learned about my being sick is, it’s not easy, its annoying and i hate the feeling. it’s like my body is not even mine at all. it’s like, I’m not myself. So I promised myself to be healthy and to eat healthy, that’s the least I can do for my self, allowing myself to get sick is unforgettable. So the goal is, be healthy! and let’s get back to shape shall we? I really hate getting tease because I’m too fat.. i tried t look for a photo that is presentable enough to be posted here but i couldn’t find one. maybe on my next entry i will.
work is as usual, just the so early part. I’m just enjoying that i get to go home and its still dark.
as of the moment, im just enjoying my tea. and recharging.
So the goal is: be fit, and healthy and sexy before my birthday. lol