We all have that somebody in our lives who can make us laugh until we tinkle a little. In my life, that somebody is my brother. He has the gift of humor, and his impersonations are spot-on. When he was in junior high, his teachers always told my parents that he was so quiet and observant. Little did they know, he wasn’t paying attention to the lesson; he was learning all of the nuances in their speech and body language so that he could perform for us around the dinner table. To this day, if I see his science teacher in public, I can’t look him in the eye.
My brother and I have always gotten along well (barring those normal sibling squabbles like me giving him stitches because he screwed up my coloring), and we’ve supported each other through life’s ups and downs. I went to his baseball games and cheered him on. He visited me at college and harassed my obnoxious roommate. I was there the day he had to have surgery on his knee and broke down before being wheeled back to the operating room. I was there when he came out of the surgery, high as a kite, asking the black nurse why there were no black characters on Seinfeld. The minute I had kids, he was very present and active in their lives.
My brother is a good dude. Unfortunately, he struggles with some demons (don’t we all?) and he is his own worst enemy. Since Brady was born, Mike has gained a lot of weight and is super unhappy with himself. He’s tried to lose, and has succeeded a few times, but it’s never “stuck.” Recently, inspired by my writing so he says, he created his own blog, A Different Kind of Hero. He shared the low points in his first post, and asked for readers to be his cheerleaders as he forges ahead with not only a plan to lose weight, but the intention of making lifestyle changes. His thinking is that if he tells everyone what he’s doing, we’ll help hold him accountable and support him on his journey. I applaud him for putting himself out there, calling attention to his struggles. He’s tired of feeling bad about himself, and I want nothing more than contentment in his heart. I love my baby brother and I don’t want him to be the sad clown any more; I just want him to be a regular clown again.
If you have a minute and care to share some optimism, head on over to his blog, A Different Kind of Hero, and give him your best Ra-ra Gooooo Team Mike! Today is the first day of his new beginning.
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