The better of us.

“Three years ago my brother was shot and killed out side our gate.”

This was how a student at my school started her morning reports speech on Monday. She went on to talk about the things she now valued and how she showed her values and it was a moving and deeply felt speech.

I spent the rest of the day thinking about my brother. Then when it came to writing today I decided I should tell you about him. Also, cause I think he’s the best person I know.

My brother is a special ed teacher at a full inclusion school. The children and adults on campus are ridiculously impressed with him. It’s pretty unsurprising to me because I know just how smart and hard-working he is.

There are a lot of things I like (comic books, movies, and others) just because my brother liked them as a child and I wanted to be like him. Probably cause he’s so cool.

He is patient in a way that baffles me (with everyone except me) and that translates to his job being exactly right for him and him being exactly right for the kids.

I’m really lucky in a lot of ways. My family is really functional and my brother is one of my best friends (whether he wants to be or not). Other people talk about fighting with their siblings and in general we don’t. I mean, there was that one time he punched me but I’m pretty sure I started it.

Anyway, I don’t know what the eff sibling’s day is but today is my-brother-is-the-best day.