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I'm hungry now. Wibby, come here a minute................

Well........... It is kinda visible.

Yup. I see a willy in the last shot.

This isn't mine. 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 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 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 others lives to impact one another in some way. Look for God in others. 'Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly.' There is no beginning or end.. Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. Today is a gift.

Clyde was cool. Right turn Clyde.............. WHAM!!

I got two cats in the mid 90's and were alot of fun. My boy died last year, not a good time. But his sister is still giving me a ration of crap almost hourly. We have grand conversations. My boy My girl

Well, he is wearing a mask. 2 actually.

Well, yours is the clean version. The one i was thinking of was a bit more risque`.

There was once a man from Nantucket................ Oops, wrong forum.

Wasn't aware that Aardvarks could type. Guess I've been under my truck for too long.

How much truth is there to this tale? It doesn't matter to me. It's the message it sends to everyone. Not everything is roses. As for the alleged missing end, that would be for the reader to determine. It's obvious that the lead character is fighting demons and is doing his best to make things right. What happens next? Sort it out. This is one Luggies opinion. Take it or leave it.

When was Wibby in Dallas last? Hmmm...........

It's nice that he keeps in touch with his legions of fans. I was wondering if the story was done or not.

Nah. What gave you away was the incessant babbling and drooling that almost shorted your keyboard. And no, we're not the same person. Not sure if I should be offended or not............

Pics or it didn't happen. Wibby has a wild imagination.

I liked the story, it's just that I don't know if I can read it again.

I'd say it was even at this point. Wibby blasting

Nice departure from the norm.

I can has underpants?

Looks like a reach around. Lucky beagle.

That and trash can pillaging.

Rim Meat Loaf?? I'll pass.

Won't fly in Michigan, our empties are worth a dime each. But that balances out the extra dime we pay for each can/bottle.

WTF?!? Take the kids prized pet to the zoo next. The croc is still hungry.

I'm going to have to start putting disclaimers up when I post. "I did not write this" I find the stuff then spread the joy.