My Brother is a Genius

My brother is younger than me, and when we were kids we used to have a lot of fistfights. Knockdown, dragout fights. Mostly we fought because he insisted on touching my Donny Osmond albums, which at the time was tantamount to invading a small country as a criminal event. Even today, the one person who can find and push my BIG RED BUTTON is my brother. Sometimes he does it just for fun, but it's a sibling thing, I guess. We can go out of our way to torture each other, but we are not okay with anyone else trying to do the same. I can remember times when we were growing up where someone would pick on me and my brother would jump in the middle of it all. I did the same for him. It's a good feeling to know that no matter what happens, your brother has your back.

So the other day I called my brother to talk to him about an issue I was having with someone at work. I guess I expected him to commiserate with me, at least a little, but what I really expected was for him to help me solve my problem. Because that's what he's good at. My brother can size up a business situation quickly and give you a solution to the issue, whatever that issue is. You may not like the answer, because part of your problem might be YOU. We are often the authors of a number of our own problems, and this was the case for me. I have come to terms with the fact that my number one vice is pride, although most of the time I ignore that, and this time my problem at work boiled down to my pigheadedness and pride. My brother immediately pointed this out to me, and told me what I needed to do to fix my problem. The solution involved me approaching the person I had an issue with and talking to them about it. So simple, yet so difficult, because of my pride.

It took everything for me to open up and talk to the person at work, but I was glad that I did. So I need to give credit where it is due. My brother is a genius. Unless he tries touching my Donny Osmond albums. Then I'll probably haul off and slug him. :)