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Writer's Block: What Makes Me Brave
Dec. 2nd, 2007 12:15 am[Error: unknown template qotd]On December 14th, 1999 I escaped an abusive relationship. In my opinion, the credit lies with my mother who helped me plan and came to get me and with my therapist who helped me overcome the issues that I had just enough so that I could get away (I still deal with a lot of the after-effects of domestic violence.)
But this post is mostly about my runt of a little brother. I always had such high hopes for him and always felt let down a little. Since he's technically my half-brother and I really never even lived with him (other than holidays and summers, etc.) it was tough to know really how to relate to him. Understandably, I was peeved when he decided he was joining the Marines. I joked with him that this was our warped attempt at sibling rivalry; I became a social worker to save the world and he joined the military to mow it down. (And settle down, pro-military folks. I prefer diplomacy to violence, defense to offense but I understand the need for the military. The current administration just makes it difficult to let my brother become part of the mess.) But we went down to San Diego to see him graduate from Marine boot camp this weekend and I met a whole new person. So I salute my little brother for being brave enough to sign up for something so difficult and unknown and having the courage and commitment to see it through. I am tremendously proud of him, although he is still my runt of a little brother :) See?
But this post is mostly about my runt of a little brother. I always had such high hopes for him and always felt let down a little. Since he's technically my half-brother and I really never even lived with him (other than holidays and summers, etc.) it was tough to know really how to relate to him. Understandably, I was peeved when he decided he was joining the Marines. I joked with him that this was our warped attempt at sibling rivalry; I became a social worker to save the world and he joined the military to mow it down. (And settle down, pro-military folks. I prefer diplomacy to violence, defense to offense but I understand the need for the military. The current administration just makes it difficult to let my brother become part of the mess.) But we went down to San Diego to see him graduate from Marine boot camp this weekend and I met a whole new person. So I salute my little brother for being brave enough to sign up for something so difficult and unknown and having the courage and commitment to see it through. I am tremendously proud of him, although he is still my runt of a little brother :) See?
