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INSPIRATIONAL STORY OF MY BROTHER AND THE THINGS HE TAUGHT MEIN LIFE

MEMORIES IN LIFE

 

MY BROTHER

 

HIS NAME WAS LARRY HE WAS FOUR YEARS OLDER THAN ME IN YEARS BUT IN KNOWLEDGE OF LIFE HE WAS MUCH OLDER . HE WAS BORN WITH A DISABILITY. AT THE TIME THEY CALLED IT MUSCULAR DYSTRAPHY. BEING YOUNGER I DONT THINK I EVER REALLY KNEW WHAT IT WAS

I JUST KNEW I HAD A BROTHER THAT WAS DIFFERENT ..I HAVE FOUND OUT SINCE THATS IT CALLED DECHENNE TYPE MUSCULAR DISTROPHY.. AND MOST PEOPLE THAT GET IT DIE BEFORE THE AGE OF THIRTY.

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HE COULD NEVER WALK AND HIS ARMS AND LEGS COULDN"T EXTEND ALL THE WAY OUT . HE COULD NOT SIT UP STRAIGHT. HE SPENT HIS LIFE BENT OVER AND CRAWLED AROUND ON THE FLOOR WITH HIS LEGS TUCKED UNDER HIM. HE HAD TO BE HELPED IN GOING TO THE BATHROOM , GETTING IN A CHAIR OR GETTING IN BED. SOMEBODY HAD TO BE WITH HIM ALL THE TIME INCASE HE NEEDED SOMETHING. WHEN I WAS IN ELEMENTARY SCHOOL I HAD TO COME RIGHT HOME IF MOTHER WASNT GOING TO BE HOME TO MAKE SURE SOMEBODY WAS THERE WHEN LARRY GOT OFF THE BUS. AT THE TIME THEY TRIED ALL KINDS OF THERAPY TO HELP HIM BUT THE ONLY THING I CAN REMEMBER IS HIM CRYING IN PAIN AS THEY TRYED TO STRETCH HIS LEGS AND ARMS OUT.AS HE GOT OLDER HIS CONDITION GOT WORST AND HE HAD TO HAVE HOME SCHOOLING.

GROWING UP WITH HIM I DID NOT SEE HIS DIABILITY AS OTHER PEOPLE DID .HE WAS JUST MY BROTHER. WE PLAYED TOGETHER HAD ARE FIGHTS AND JEALOUSIES JUST LIKE ALL BROTHERS DO. I NEVER REALLY THOUGHT ABOUT HAVING TO HELP HIM BECAUSE I GREW UP WITH HIM. IM NOT SAYING THERE WERN'T TIMES WHEN I DIDNT WANT TO DO IT BUT I KNEW IT HAD TO BE DONE. I CANT SAY I ALWAYS TREATED HIM KINDLY BUT LIKE I SAID WE WERE BROTHERS AND WE ACTED LIKE IT.

MY PARENTS HAD TWO BOYS AND HE WAS THE ONE THAT GOT THE SPECIAL TALENTS WITH HIS HANDS.

AND HIS MIND.AT A YOUNG AGE HE COULD DO THINGS THAT SEEMED WAY BEYOUND HIS YEARS .HE COULD DRAW ,PAINT AND FIGURE ANYTHING OUT IF HE THOUGHT ABOUT IT AWHILE .WHEN HE WAS 16 MY FATHER WAS BUILDING A HOUSE AND HE SAT DONE A DREW A WHOLE SET OF HOUSE PLANS. MY MOTHER STILL HAS PICTURES THAT HE PAINTED HANGING IN HER HOUSE.WHEN HE WAS IN HIGH SCHOOL HE TOOK TESTS THAT SHOWED HE WAS AT A 2ND YEAR COLLEGE LEVEL.HE WOOD TELL ME THINGS ABOUT SPACE TRAVEL AND I WOULD THINK HE WAS JUST MAKING THEM UP BUT LATER ON THEY TURNED OUT TO BE TRUE.

AS HE GREW OLDER IM SURE LIFE WAS HARDER BECUASE HE SAW OTHER TEENAGERS DOING THINGS AND HAVING GRIL FRIENDS .TO MY REGRET I PROBABLY DIDNT EVEN SEE THE TORMENT HE WAS PROBABLY GOING THROUGH. I WAS JUST BECOMING A TEENAGER AND I WAS SO USE TO HIM. I WORRIED ABOUT MY OWN LIFE. BECAUSE OF HIS CONDITION ALOT OF THINGS HE DREAMED HE WOULD NEVER BEABLE TO DO. AT THE TIME I WAS IN HIGH SCHOOL PLAYING FOOTBALL AND RUNNING TRACK AND IM SURE HE HAD TO THINK ABOUT ME BEING ABLE TO DO THINGS THAT HE COULD NEVER BE CAPABLE OF DOING. AT 17YEARS OLD MY BROTHER PASSED AWAY OF PNEMONIA AS HE GOT OLDER HE GOT WEAKER AND WEAKER SO WHEN HE GOT SICK HIS BODY WASNT STRONG ENOGH TO FIGHT IT. I WAS 14 AT THE TIME.I CAN REMEMBER THE NIGHT WE TOOK HIM TO THE HOSPITAL HE WAS UNCONSIOUS BUT I THOUGHT HE WOULD BE FINE WHEN WE GOT HIM TO THE HOSPITAL AND I COULDNT EVEN COMPREHEND WHAT THE DOCTOR WAS TALKING ABOUT WHEN HE CAME OUT AND SAID THERE WAS NOTHING THEY COULD DO FOR HIM.WHEN I DID REALIZE HE WAS GONE I STARTED TO CRY AND I DONT THINK MY PARENTS EVEN REALIZED THE IMPACT IT HAD ON ME.THE NEXT WEEK I HAD THE LAST TRACK MEET OF THE YEAR AND THE COACH SAID WIN THIS ONE FOR YOUR BROTHER AND I LOVED TRACK BUT I JUST LOOKED AT THE COACH AND SAID I WOULDNT RUN AT ALL BECAUSE MY BROTHER WAS MORE IMPORTANT THAN ANY HIGH SCHOOL TRACK MEET. I KNOW THE COACH DIDNT MEAN ANYTHING BAD TELLING ME TO WIN IT FOR MY BROTHER BUT I JUST COULDNT SEE HOW HE COULD RELATE LOSING MY BROTHER TO WINNING A RACE.

I DIDNT KNOW IT AT THE TIME BUT I HAD LOST THE PERSON THAT HAD THE MOST EFFECT ON MY LIFE AND HAD TAUGHT ME MORE ABOUT LIFE AND HOW TO TREAT PEOPLE THAN ANYONE I HAD MET OR WILL EVER MEET IN MY LIFE.MY FATHER WAS A STERN MAN AND A HARD WORKER AND TAUGHT ME HOW TO BE A MAN . BUT MY BROTHER TAUGHT ME THE IMPORTANT THINGS IN LIFE. HIS LIFE WAS HARDER THEN I CAN EVEN IMAGINE BUT HE NEVER COMPLAINED HE TOOK LIFE AS IT CAME AND ALWAYS TRYED TO HAVE A GOOD ATTITUDE WHEN HE HAD EVERY REASON NOT TO HAVE HE NEVER GAVE UP TRYING TO BE THE BEST PERSON HE COULD BE AGAINST ALL ODDS AND EXCEPTED LIFE AS IT WAS FOR HIM KNOWING THAT IT WAS NOT GOING TO GET MUCH BETTER.

AFTER HE DIED I WENT ON TO BECOME THE CAPITAN OF MY HIGH SCHOOL FOOTBALL AND TRACK TEAMS AND ALL THE TIME I WAS PARTICIPATING I ALWAYS FELT HIS PRESENCE . LIKE HE WAS THERE HELPING ME AND WANTING ME TO SUCCEED .DURING MY LIFE I HAVE BEEN A POLICE OFFICER A FIREFIGHTER /PARAMEDIC AND HAVE ALWAYS TRYED TO HELP PEOPLE. I DO NOT JUDGE PEOPLE FOR THERE FAULTS. I TRY TO BE GOOD MAN AND KIND TO EVERYONE I MEET AND TRY TO UNDERSTAND THAT ALL OF US ARE TRYING TO FIND THE SAME THING IN LIFE ,THATS HAPPINESS. IN 2001 I WAS ASSAULTED AND LEFT FOR DEAD.I HAD A BRAIN INJURY AND I WAS IN A COMA FOR 4 WEEKS. WHEN I FINALLY WOKE UP I HAD SOME DISABILITIES FROM THE HEAD INJURY AND PEOPLE COULD NOT FIGURE OUT WHY I WASNT MORE DEPRESSED OR BIITER ABOUT MY SITUATION. GROWING UP WITH A BOY THAT HAD SO MANY DISAVANTAGES BUT TOOK LIFE AS IT CAME WITH OUT COMPLAINT. MY PROBLEMS SEEMED TO BE SMALL IN COMPARISON TO 17 YEARS OF LIVING WITH A DISABILTY THAT WAS NEVER GOING TO IMPROVE AND EXCEPTING IT. EVERYDAY OF MY LIFE I THANK MY BROTHER FOR SHOWING ME THE KIND OF PERSON I SHOULD BE. IF PEOPLE WOULD JUST APPRECIATE ALL THE GIFTS THEY HAVE IN LIFE AND NOT TRY TO HARM OR CHEAT OTHER PEOPLE FOR GREEDY REASONS THINKING THAT THIS WILL BRING THEM HAPPINESS. IF WE WOULD TRY TO HELP ARE FELLOW MAN WITHOUT LOOKING FOR SOMETHING IN RETURN THIS WOULD BE A MUCH BETTER WORLD.

WE MUST FIND HAPPINESS IN ARE JOURNEY THROUGH LIFE AND NOT ALWAYS BE SEARCHING FOR IT . ALWAYS STRIVE TO ACHIVE AND BE THE BEST THAT YOU CAN BE BUT BE HAPPY WITH THE THINGS YOU HAVE WHILE YOUR DOING IT.

I MOVED TO FLORIDA AFTER GRADUATION AND I HADNT GONE TO MY BROTHERS GRAVE IN 35 YEARS SO WHEN I WENT BACK TO MICHIGAN LAST YEAR I DECIDED I WOULD GO TO HIS GRAVE . I DIDNT REALIZE HOW EMOTIONAL I WOULD BECOME WHEN I SAW HIS GRAVE MARKER I BEGAN TO CRY KNOWING THAT HE HAD ALWAYS BEEN A BIG PART OF MY LIFE.

 

THANKS LARRY FOR MAKING ME A BETTER PERSON AND EXCEPTING WHAT IS


Submitted: July 24, 2007

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