This post is dedicated to my brothers.
I have two brothers. One is several years older than me and the other is a few years younger.
My younger brother got married right out of High School. He has been my pillar of hope for the family name for quite some time now. He has one beautiful child from that marriage — a boy. I have taken it upon myself to spoil that child silly — as well as my Bro (he has it rough).
And then there’s my older brother. I love my older brother a lot — I just wish he would find himself. He has experienced the same hardships that I have (and then some). Over the years I have attempted to help him get his life back on track. My only regret is that I didn’t kick him in the ass every day to motivate him more. I’m done with that though — you can’t change anyone’s outlook on life. You can only live your life and hope that the people around you learn from their own mistakes.
Don’t get me wrong, I would do just about anything to help my family. I refuse to be a sucker though. I’ve played that part before for someone else and I’ve learned my lesson from that experience.
