My Brother, My Friend, My Hero....
These are a few words to describe my little brother, Joshua. We've been through everything together: Foster homes, getting in trouble, being separated, girls, you name it. I love him like a son. I give him gifts, cook him dinner on occasions, help him with homework, play sports, etc...
I'm going to share with you a small lesson I've learned today.
I'll fast-forward to dinner time...
My mother calls us down to dinner. My brother goes downstairs, I stay upstairs to finish up a video game I was playing. After I finish up, I head downstairs and see my brother with a hamburger on his plate. I look to the stove and see a lineup of porkchops, carrots, and applesauce. I knew the porkchops were not mine, I told my Mom earlier that week that I was going to stop eating pork. I look to my brother and tell him that the burger is mine, I also told him I was not eating pork anymore. He replies to me and says that it was his and he was not going to give it to me. After countless attempts of trying to persuade him to give me the burger he still wouldn't. I became angered because I knew he was playing around with me. I shoved him out of the way to get to the burger. I manage to get the burger but he puts me in a headlock. I could have fought back, but I realized the mistakes I had made seconds before by shoving him, so I let him hold me in the headlock until he lets go. He tells me that he was just playing with me and he planned on giving me the burger. I felt guilty, I shoved him over a burger. I was still angry at him for playing with me like that, so I take some time and I don't talk to him for an hour.
He comes into my room after an hour, and we both apologize for fighting over a burger. Everything's back to normal and we're talking as if nothing happened.
After he leaves I go on facebook and see a page dedicated to a kid named Jordan Rice. Jordan Rice was a 13 year old boy that gave his life to save his younger brother's. They were trapped in a flood and he told rescuers to save his brother first. It is an incredible story. This 13 year old boy has amazing heart and strength. He is an incredible teacher. I cannot help but think what if that happened to me and my little brother.
"A man who won't die for something is not fit to live" - Martin Luther King Jr.
This could happen to any of us at any day. Peace upon you all.
These are a few words to describe my little brother, Joshua. We've been through everything together: Foster homes, getting in trouble, being separated, girls, you name it. I love him like a son. I give him gifts, cook him dinner on occasions, help him with homework, play sports, etc...
I'm going to share with you a small lesson I've learned today.
I'll fast-forward to dinner time...
My mother calls us down to dinner. My brother goes downstairs, I stay upstairs to finish up a video game I was playing. After I finish up, I head downstairs and see my brother with a hamburger on his plate. I look to the stove and see a lineup of porkchops, carrots, and applesauce. I knew the porkchops were not mine, I told my Mom earlier that week that I was going to stop eating pork. I look to my brother and tell him that the burger is mine, I also told him I was not eating pork anymore. He replies to me and says that it was his and he was not going to give it to me. After countless attempts of trying to persuade him to give me the burger he still wouldn't. I became angered because I knew he was playing around with me. I shoved him out of the way to get to the burger. I manage to get the burger but he puts me in a headlock. I could have fought back, but I realized the mistakes I had made seconds before by shoving him, so I let him hold me in the headlock until he lets go. He tells me that he was just playing with me and he planned on giving me the burger. I felt guilty, I shoved him over a burger. I was still angry at him for playing with me like that, so I take some time and I don't talk to him for an hour.
He comes into my room after an hour, and we both apologize for fighting over a burger. Everything's back to normal and we're talking as if nothing happened.
After he leaves I go on facebook and see a page dedicated to a kid named Jordan Rice. Jordan Rice was a 13 year old boy that gave his life to save his younger brother's. They were trapped in a flood and he told rescuers to save his brother first. It is an incredible story. This 13 year old boy has amazing heart and strength. He is an incredible teacher. I cannot help but think what if that happened to me and my little brother.
"A man who won't die for something is not fit to live" - Martin Luther King Jr.
This could happen to any of us at any day. Peace upon you all.
