Me and my Brothers (Part 1)

I was talking to my brother on the phone yesterday, We usually talk until his wife yells at him for being on the phone, but this time he said something very interesting. Yesterday was a big moment in my life, it was one of those things where you look at it and say, “God, I knew you were listening.” Unfortunatly my brother does not have the faith that I do. Even though he is 5 years older than me I have hit this world hard and fast while he has taken it slow and easy. I have taken risks and he has been very cautious. He has never had the faith that it will all work out sometime where I don’t care what happens I know it will work out in the end. I tell all three of my brothers as much as possible, “The world is going to pound the crap out of you, Make sure you hit it first and accept what comes next.” My youngest brother is the only one that listens. The two older ones are the ones that have been hit by the world and are now cowering in the corner waiting for someone to rescue them. I have been though a lot in my life… There has been a lot of pain and there has been a lot of risks. However, The rewards have always made the pain worth it. I was on the phone with my oldest brother yesterday. It was a major turning point in my life. The past 2 years all I have heard from him is, “Dude,” (Yes he is still a hippie), “how can you handle this. How can you deal with getting beat up so bad every day. If I was in your position I think I would give up.” My responce to my brother was, “Dude,” (okay I have a little hippie left in me), “It will work out in the end. No matter what happens it will work out.” Yesterday was the day it worked out. What my brother can not grasp is even if it turned out the other way yesterday it still would have worked out. I do not have faith that God is going to give me everything i ask for. I have the faith that God is going to do what is best. That is both my older brothers problems. They were both young they asked God to lead them in the right place. God took something from each of them. Something that they both wanted really bad. Now they didn’t realize that what they lost has been for the best and it is like they are holding a grudge. My youngest brother and I have both learned this at an early age. We have both lost something that was important to us also but we both realize that it was what was best for us. It might not have been best for us at the time but I know it was best for us in the long run. My brother was on the phone with me yesterday. All he could say is, “How do you do it? You need to write a book.”