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My Bruddah (Redux)

This is a re-post from way back when I started blogging. Bruddah was called down after I wrote this, but he’s been called back up – and in fact leaves for the start of his training this Sunday. I thought this was pertinent to upload again. Please enjoy.

A little bit about my Brother.

 He is a member of the Missouri National Guard, and has been for ten years now. It’s hard to imagine, but hey, we’re all getting older, that can’t be helped. From what we know so far, he has been deployed to go overseas. Specific dates and places are up in the air, not that I’d get into that anyway. (We actually know this time. He is going to Afghanistan around June.) But this isn’t why I’m here today. A few memories entered my brain this morning that deal with a few “altercations” we had while we were growing up. Please don’t judge. We were kids, and we look back and laugh at this stuff now. (At least I do)

Doing Work

We didn’t really have that much of a rivalry until we were a bit advanced in age. Our popularity didn’t start very good for me, but I’m coming up with the long end of the stick now-a-days. (Ha Ha Sucker!) This part of the story was laid out in a blog called I’m Not His “Older Brother” Any More, He’s My Younger Brother. Growing up was a bit of a different story. I was the behaved one (most of the time) and he, well, lets just say he got himself into a few “pickles” back in the day. The bad thing is I did my fair share of “pickling”, I just never got caught. Because of this he likes to tell people I got the brains and he got the looks. I can say that he got half of that statement true. I think all he got was the metabolism. I mean, the last time he came back from a tour of duty all of the nice old ladies at the local VFW were offering to cook him all sorts of Fried Chicken dinners. I don’t think he took one single lady up on that. Shame, shame, but I digress. Let’s try to get back on track. Oh yeah, a few minor “altercations”.

Kids, Don’t Try This At Home!

He needs all the help he can get

I’m pretty sure he remembers all of this stuff way better than I do, but I’ll try to get it right. First we have the story of the head in the dryer. Pretty simple when you think about it. We had one of those old dryers that sort of had the same thing as a refrigerator button. If you push the button on the fridge, the light goes out. If you push the button on the dryer, you can start the dryer without closing the door. How fun, right? Insert head, push button, start dryer. I’m pretty sure he agreed to it, but I can’t remember for sure.

Next we have a story about two boys, one shower, and a pellet gun. I can’t be certain, but I’m pretty sure he started this one. I think we were a bit older too. So there I am, minding my business, trying to take a shower. All of sudden a raucous breaks out in the bath room and I get tagged in the rear end. And it was a pellet, not a BB. Do you know the difference? That’s right, pellets are pointy, at least the ones we had were. He knew it was wrong right away and allowed me to get him back. “Alright, turn around. Hey, take that wallet out. Here we go.” I’m not sure if this qualifies as a New Testament teaching, because even though it was sort of an “eye for an eye” thing he did, literally, turn the other cheek. Hmm, what do you think?

Golden
Golden “The Legend of Zelda” NES cartridge. Light box with Vivitar 285-HV 1/4 from the right. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Lastly we have a situation that, maybe, I gave the idea, but he definitely finished it. While living in town we became sorta bored every once in a while. Sometime before this particular day our dad taught us this neat trick with a magnifying glass. You could set things on fire with it! Cool! Not so much. Before I go on I have to admit that I am the geekier of the two of us, so I used to spend a lot of time playing the original NES (Nintendo) video games. One day I was playing the greatest game every made (The Legend of Zelda) when all of a sudden I hear all the noise coming from outside. I went to check it out and found two, or three, fire trucks and some cop cars parked out next to our house. Come to find out Brother and a friend decided to try out this magnifying glass trick over by the gas meter, at the corner of our house, and the neighbor lady called the law on him. At the beginning I said that you might be able to blame me for this one, and here’s the reason. A few days before this we were out by the dumpster, behind our house, lighting up tree branches with the magnifying glass. One of them got out of control and a neighbor, from behind us, walked over and put the fire out for us. We ran in the house and never spoke of this again. I don’t think mom even knew about this one.

There’s plenty more where all this came from, but I think I’ll go ahead and stop right here. Looking back on this stuff makes me realize that what ever problems I’m having now aren’t that big of deal. No matter what, everything works out in the end.

O Lord, I have trusted in thee, and I will trust in thee forever. I will not put my trust in the arm of flesh; for I know that cursed is he that putteth his trust in the arm of flesh. Yea, cursed is he that putteth his trust in man or maketh flesh his arm. ~ 2 Nephi 4: 34

20) If a man say, I love God, and hateth his brother, he is a liar: for he that loveth not his brother whom he hath seen, how can he love God whom he hath not seen? 21) And this commandment have we from him, That he who loveth God love his brother also. ~ 1 John 4: 20-21

My Bruddah
My Bruddah

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