It's late and I have to go to work in less than 6 hours. Aw, man. I remember similar early mornings like this, but this time, I can blame coffee. Caffeine. Addictive Caffeine. That should be warning enough that this is going to be random. But more of a random jump into a particular topic. Starting...
Hero...
I ran across a question today that I have avoided for some tim3.
'Who is you role model in life?'
It's funny to see this as an adult because I gave it alot of thought when i was young, but not as much when I came into my own [grew up a bit]. Children are asked this question a few times through growing up. It's not embarassing when they don't have an answer. It's embarassing because no one in their life has given a reason to answer. There's proof that the world is full of hope when there is an answer. Personally, I 've always looked to up to my mother. She defined the term "leader" for me. It wasn't until I fully assumed the role of a father that I've realized that I has another answer that 'makes sense' [for the lack of a better term]. My brother, who's 2 years younger than myself, laid down the foundation of that leader role that I'm in now. My mother gave me the guidelines and the advice but the experiences [throughout life] with my brother helped shaped me also. It could also explain the protectivenes that I show for my pack. It seemed that at every family gathering, bro always for outshined by yours truly. One instance comes to mind. This conversation occured outside on Christmas eve about 5 years ago. My daughter was new to the world and the majority of that side of the family gave me the most attention. My brother was on his way into the Marine Corps.
Bro: Did you see that?
Pedro: What?
Bro: Grandmas gave you the Chevrolet watch?
Pedro: It's a nice watch.
Bro: They gave me a [expletive] pink watch.What the [expletive]?
Pedro: That is kinda missed up.
Bro: No 'Thank you for going out there and defending our country'. No 'Hey, You could die over there'. Nope. Hey, here's a pink watch while we give the cool watch to the [expletive] who will probably have ten kids before he's 30.
I had a good laugh that night. It was a light-heated rant. Don't let the foul language fool you. Although, he did have some good points. He was on his way into the Marine Corps and did deserve alot more recognition than he received.
My brother, the Marine. I like to consider it more of my brother who happens to be a Marine. It makes me feel horrible when i see tear soaked send offs for soldiers leaving their home, their country to ultimatly defend that home. My brother got a trip to the bar and a night of reminencing. It seemed fit though. It's that blind faith that kept all of our heads up at that moment (the rest of my family, including my brother at that time). He reminds me that loud noises and comotion aren't always needed to make the most impact. That goes for celebration and the category of other.
When I seen that question today today, his smug face smirking back at me was a reminder of the question. When I type that question, I have to reconfirm that my brother is very much alive and kicking today. He's married and has a life ahead of him. Death shouldn't be an excuse to remember the great ones. Appreciation was due and I paid up.
Am I rambling? Yep, I'm making sure the title fits.
Speaking of title, I have a few things to clear up due to some emails/messages I recieved.
1. No, My name is not Pedro. It's a pen name ... or an identity crisis. I'm not sure yet.
2. Yes, I like referring to myself in the third person, alot. It reminds me of that 'Jimmy' episode on Seinfeld.
3. I do appreciate your readership. Each and every single one. Leave comments. Cotinue to message.
Thanks you again for reading. I am going to try and salvage what time I have with the cold side of my pillow.
MP
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