My brother arrived in this world one year, eight months, and twenty days before I came along.
When it was my turn to join the family, it meant that for the rest of my life I would be … a little brother.
Now that may not mean much to you but it was an important part of my upbringing.
Big brothers were obviously bigger but they were also stronger, quicker, smarter … well, the list could go on.
The fact is, those of us who were little brothers had to learn certain survival skills. Early on I learned that one of the most powerful skills I had was the ability to cry on demand.
If my brother and I were playing in the house and knocked something over, when an adult came into the room to see what happened, all I had to do was cry and point at my brother.
It didn’t matter if I was the one who knocked the item over.
If I cried and pointed, he got into trouble … and I didn’t. Trust me, I got very good at crying.
