Restore your Faith In Humanity

This Is Kyle, And He’s About To Restore Your Faith In Humanity

22nd February 2014

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 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 every day!”  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 smile.  “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, you teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach—but most 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 in 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.

Yannick Noah Is A Huge Fan Of His Son – Father and Son

March 9, 2014  ·  7:54PM

Joakim Noah is a man of animation. News flash. But he had to get it from somewhere, right? On Sunday, we got an insight into Noah’s fiery nature when his father Yannick Noah was interviewed by Lisa Salterss matchup between the Heat and Bulls. He was a willing participant, answering questions while keeping his eye on the game. Slowly, the steadiness of his replies lessened, until he finally lost it and stopped the interview to give the Bulls, rather his son, a standing ovation. It stands simply as one of the better moments of the year.

VIDEO Link: Yannick Noah can’t contain himself during interview After the game, fresh off an OT victory for Chicago, Salters asked Joakim about his pops:

VIDEO Link: Joakim talks about his father’s passion after the Heat-Bulls game

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Arthur Poston Jr.

Hanging with my family

We are on our way to the mall to get one of the boys a pair of shoes. Everybody is being very nutty except the one getting the shoes.

This is the craziness that we have put up with being their parents. We love it too, well sometime we do.

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We as the guys of the family know that there is no way we just go in and grab a pair of shoes. Get out of the store my wife checks her receipt and something is missing from so now we have to wait until she can speak with someone about the difference in the receipt. Turns out she was correct as normal going back in she found out that the young lady left the shoes to be shipped off the receipt even though they were the second pair to be rung up. We would have been waiting on a shoe that wasn’t ever going to come.

Pretty good day out until the baby had to show his butt. His mom has taken him to the bathroom. We are all going to enjoy a meal at Tony Saccos’ then home bound we are for the rest of the evening.