My Brother: The Wind Beneath My Wings.

“Did you ever know that you’re my hero,
And everything I would like to be?
I can fly higher than an eagle,
For you are the wind beneath my wings” – Bette Midler

Yesterday, I shared a beautiful day on a beautiful lake with beautiful people. The good life, as they say and they aren’t wrong.

Someone made a comment about how I helped someone with something and my brother said “Casey inspires another person” Interesting.

I thought about that statement the rest of the day and the whole ride home. I thought, maybe he doesn’t see himself very clearly. I won’t go into the details here, but my brother has faced adversity. Like serious, serious adversity AND he still loves. He loves it all despite it all.

He literally calls me once a week with shock in his voice and says “they just don’t care!!!” Like, he is literally shocked every time he interacts with (sometimes the same person over and over) and he realizes that they don’t care. It is inconceivable to him that they don’t care about what another person is experiencing. I don’t think he knows how much I love those calls. It is a reminder of the of the loving humanity in this sometimes dark world.

He also identifies with the underdog in everyone’s story. No matter the story, he feels compelled to defend and understand the person that other people might be making jokes about. He cares about people he doesn’t even know and it makes him really uncomfortable when anyone is being criticized, even if they aren’t around to hear the words. I don’t know if he knows that I notice this. But, I do and others do too.

He once tried to break a world record. On his spare time. And he almost did. He likes to focus on the fact that he didn’t and when he’s around I let him do that. But, when he’s not around I like to tell people about how he tried because it is the trying that matters when it comes to anything in life. The success is not in the breaking of any record but the trying and trying and trying and my brother is fearless in his trying.

I know that my brother tries to be a good man but he doesn’t have to try that hard. He is a good man and he inspires me. In fact, he is the best thing my parents ever did for me.

In my darkest moments, I think if he can do it so can I and so I do.

“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.” – Theodore Roosevelt

Love.

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