My brother is eleven years older than I but always had me under his wing. When I was fighting with another brother, all I had to do was make it to him and the problem was resolved. He was a soldier in Okinawa and then Vietnam. Every correspondence contained some money or a jacket that said Airborne on it. He sold me our first car for a ridiculously low price and then was my instructor during my first trip loaded with logs going to Canada. Many times I would be in some mess with that truck, and he always seemed to be there to bail me out. We trucked together for a few years and his policy was to be first on the job and last to leave.
He challenged me to a game of golf a few years back during which time I used his clubs because we both swing left-handed. I almost hit the person in front of us with the ball on two occasions. I have to say it was the first time he let me down because it was according to his instructions that I shot with people in front of us. I was expecting a confrontation with these players; however, they knew him and that made all the difference. Saved again!
He has been retired from the guards and other retirements along the way but can’t seem to let go of work. Like the energizer bunny he keeps going, for at seventy-nine-years old, he drives a transport bus in the city.
Hebrews 13:1
Keep on loving one another as brothers and sisters.
Sometimes we can’t live with our siblings, but we certainly can’t live without them.
Think about it.
Gary