It’s just a memory without a context. I don’t know why we were in that situation. My brother was probably eleven and I was seven. He held out his thumb and a car pulled over and picked us up to give us a ride home. I was scared, but he was my brother and I thought he knew what to do.
It had a happy ending. I was the youngest of four brothers, so they all had their turn in caring for the nuisance.
A friend loves at all times, and a brother is born for adversity.
A Song of Ascents of David: Behold, how good and pleasant it is when brothers dwell in unity!
I have some good memories that I bring up once in a while. Do you? Give it some thought.
Gary