Saturday, November 23, 2024
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Orlando

I’m sorry, My Brother

This post is designed to be modified as you see fit but it is ultimately the opportunity to be sent to your friends.  I don’t have any brothers so this letter is for all of my male friends and fraternity brothers that I view as brothers:

Dear My BROTHER:

Man, we’ve known each other for a long time.  I can’t believe that we got into so much trouble together.  I can still remember covering for you so your girl wouldn’t know what you were doing.  I can remember you paying my admission to the club and letting me front like your car was mine.   Wow, those were the days.  Remember when we would split a McDonald’s value meal because we were low on funds?  And YO, you can’t forget about those road trips we took with only $50 between us.  Man, that was crazy.

We have had our backs through all of those years growing up.  Growing up from boys to men and I wouldn’t change a thing.

Well, may be a few things.  OK, a lot of things.  The simple fact, my brother, is that we aren’t kids or teenagers any more.  We are grown men.  And as a man, I haven’t done what I’m supposed to be doing.  What I’m supposed to be doing is making sure you and I will be here in our golden years.  What I’m supposed to do is make sure that you and I will be here to watch your kids graduate from college.  What I’m supposed to do is make sure that you and I can celebrate our 50 year anniversaries with our wives on the Tom Joyner Fantastic Voyage.

But, I’ve been slipping.  I haven’t been doing what I’m supposed to be doing.   Back in the day, we would split a value meal but today, we should be splitting a salad and bottled water.   Back in the day, we would hit the clubs but today, we should be hitting the treadmill or the track to keep our weight down.  Back in the day, I was covering for you and you were covering for me.  Today, we should be hazing each other about going to the doctor.

Remember those days when we were down because we didn’t well on our tests or upset about not getting into grad school?  What would we do?  We come over and KICK the door in and make us come out of that funk and show each other that it is going to get better.   Well, today, those days are replaced by depression of a failed relationship or stressed job or frustrating career choices.  Why aren’t I kicking in the door for those situations?

Looky heya, I ain’t shamed to say it.  “I LOVE YOU, MAN”.   You my MAN!  I’m sorry if you haven’ t heard me say it enough.   Yea, yea, I know.  I know you HARD CORE and everything and what do they say, “Real men don’t say I love you?” Whatever, then you can just call me a punk because you’ve had my back more times than I can think of and you know I got you covered.

Today, we talk about ‘getting to the next level’.  We talk about global domination.  We talk about giving back to the future generation and taking care of the past generation.   But today, I want to say ‘I’m sorry’ because I haven’t done enough to make sure that WE, the present generation, are going to be here tomorrow.

I’m sorry, my brother, and I promise you that I will be a better brother for you today than I was for you five seconds ago.  Peace and love.

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