Only shooting stars break the mold

I sat down Wednesday afternoon to write my weekly column and finished it in record time.

I have to say it was pretty good, too. It contained an interesting anecdote, plenty of humor, a bit of wisdom gleaned from an unexpected experience, and even wrapped up with a moral of the story.

After I finished my well-rounded column, I went home and ended up doing some thinking. Often this is dangerous territory for me, but this time I just couldnít help myself.

After about an hour of deep thought I came to the conclusion that I would have to set aside my original column and head to work a bit early on Thursday in order to share my thoughts of the previous evening.

As is the case with most of my ďdeep-thinking,Ē Iím not entirely sure where the stream of consciousness began or the exact route it took to get me to the heart of it.



However, the Ďheart of ití is exactly where it ended up, quite literally, and exactly where Iím speaking from.

Sometimes it takes an extreme event to realize the importance of family. Sometimes, it just kind of stumbles upon you. Thatís what happened to me the other day as I thought about my brother and just how much I miss him.

Unfortunately, because we all make mistakes and I make more than my fair share, I havenít been able to be as close to my brother as I would like.

It isnít just the distance (he lives in New York City) and there isnít much of an age difference (three years). What it really comes down to is we chose separate lives a long time ago and sometimes there isnít much you can do to reconcile two very different personalities.

But what we both forget, all to often, is how much we have in common. Weíre both smart, work well with people, love attention and weíre definitely stubborn as hell. Did I mention good-looking?

Weíre also both doing what we love right now, and that fact alone brings me peace of mind even when Iím not certain the next time Iíll talk to him.

I donít blame him, I donít think the guy has slept since he went to college. Iíve honestly never known anyone more dedicated, driven and fueled by a desire to achieve than my little brother.

Acting, writing, sound, lights, camera and he is the action. I truly doubt thereís a challenge on this planet he couldnít achieve.

I donít think either of us could have predicted where weíd be now. But I know that in just one day we both changed drastically.

I know I could have been a better role model for him, but like I said, mistakes made by all. At the same time, I know that he took it upon himself to figure out what and who he wanted to be and he hasnít stopped becoming that person since.

I know heíll be amazing every day of the rest of his life and achieve everything he wants. And I can only hope that one day weíll get together and piece back together our friendship.

To this day, I still consider him my best friend, my comrade in arms, my brother and now my inspiration.

I couldnít be more proud of you, little bro. The world doesnít stand a chance.

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