My Brothers Keeper

           Lately the highlight of my weeks have been receiving a call from my oldest brother. Although not a long conversation, we manage to jam pack a fifteen minute call with our prior phone call accomplishments. This typically manages to keep me going throughout the week, as I know it does for him. Monday’s call was a bit different I asked him a question in our previous phone call and instead of answering it he told me. “I love you and I’ll talk to you on Monday”, I thought nothing of it. As soon as I answered the phone, he immediately replied to my question saying afterwords, “you asked me something and I had to really think about it. No one has asked me that before, I wanted the answer to be clear and accurate.” And that it was. Towards the ending of our call, we said our “laters and I love you’s” and I realized I wanted my next article to be about my older brothers. I grew up with two older brothers, I never saw them as much as i wanted to but when I did I cherished it.

           Dale is my oldest brother, he is the patriarch of our family. I knew whenever he was around I felt protected. He comes off as very nonchalant but his soft side is why I love him. He taught me to never doubt myself and always read because knowledge is power. His favorite memory with me is, him teaching me all the words in the encyclopedia in hopes of me becoming a baby genius like himself. For as long as I could remember he expressed himself through words, letters and poetry. No wonder why I identify with them so much. He made it apart of me, intentionally. I will always love him for that reason. My favorite memory that I share my brother is when he taught me how to ride a bike. I distinctly remember him saying, “why do you still have training wheels on your bike? What are you afraid of? No little sister of mine needs training wheels.” He walked downstairs, with my bike in one hand and the screwdriver in the other. I followed behind with my helmet on my head and as anxious as any seven year-old would be. He told me to get on the bike and get comfortable. He said, “now ride around a little bit”, so i did. He said “now, the training wheels come off.” Petrified, I resisted and I cried. He said, “dont worry, Im here. I always got you.” I don't know when I realized my brother let go but I looked back and he was smiling. I quickly stopped the bike and asked “when did you let go?” He said, “the moment you started pedaling”. At that moment he taught me, If you don't believe in yourself no one will. Whenever I feel down or even the slightest bit of giving up. I look back and see him smiling. I see how proud he was and how proud he is. That moment is forever embedded.

           Torrie is my older brother, he is the peacemaker of our family. Whenever he spoke it always held value. He never spoke twice because he expected you to listen the first time. Torrie was eight years older than me and the closest in age than any of my older siblings. We spent the most time together because we were the last two. As he got older, we drifted apart and I was alright with the fact. He was finding himself and I admired him for it. He never wanted to be the same as anyone he saw. He always boasted how different he was. “They don’t make them like me anymore”, he said. He taught me always to be different, that's how you stand out. People respect you more when you teach them something, they have never seen before. I hold that philosophy close to me. I always wanted to be like him, carefree. I looked up to him because he always redefined society. He never had much but what he had was always enough. My favorite memory with Torrie, was when i was five. I was pressing my dad to take me to see a My Little Pony movie. He was a taxi driver and his hours fluctuated. My dad knew he wouldn't be able to take me. He told me, Torrie would take me after school. He dropped us off and left. My brother immediately told me, “we arent watching My Little Pony, we’re going to watch The Fast and The Furious.” At that point I had no say but I ran with it. My thirteen year old brother using his newfound “PG-13” card in full affect. I watched the movie and loved it. I never told my father until this day. That was the day my brother and I shared our first secret. Also the day we shared our favorite movie franchise and would later watch all the sequels when they came out. Live life on the edge is what that taught me. Don't be afraid of what you don't know, it might be the best thing that's ever happened to you.

 

Without Wax - Chloe Ridore