
This is my favorite photograph. My brother Jarred is the one in the white shirt. Until we were in elementary school, I was the big brother. Then, he started to catch up and grew past me. I thought, W
ait! He's supposed to be my little
brother.
For a while I hung onto the fact that Jarred is two and a half years younger - emphasis on that extra half. He's always been more athletic and sociable. A guy needs some prestiege. Ugh Ugh Ugh Ugh.
Jarred's size was always a joke. We wondered how he grew so much bigger than me. Then I broke my neck... One day we were practicing what my family would do if I fell to the floor. They tried this technique and that technique... but nobdy could get me up. Then Jarred chimed in.
Why can't I just do this? he asked, then picked me up like a sack of feed. That was his technique for tossing me around.
Jarred has tossed me uncountable times since then: to bed, the car / van, a park ride, even the floor -- yes, the floor. He says I deserved it,
okay, I did deserve it, and actually laid me on the stinkin floor. Something about me pestering him. Talk about paybacks.
I love my little brother. He's been my back several times since I broke my neck. He helped me do my stuff after -- and sometimes instead of -- taking care of his responsibilities. We got a lot of fun out of loking about him being my big little brother. That has proved true in several ways. But, when I start thinking of me and Jarred, I always come to this picture.
2 comments:
that's a cool story my friend. glad to see you blogging again. we are somewhat safe in hico tx. so get prepared for the 7 inches of rain and 75 mph winds you should get in naconowhere.
chuck
Aww great story!!! I love it...as always an inspiration to me!
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