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September 9th, 2010 at 8:43 am
"My brother and I" A really short story (before trading hours)
John and I were born 18 months apart in Indiana. We grew up together in a blue collar family with good parents, and obtained an average education in a country school. Upon graduation I attended college, John went to work in a factory. He enjoyed tinkering with cars. I enjoyed reading. We both loved sports, and played basketball whenever together. John never had any interest in reading, or in college. He went from job to job. I went from university to university. He tinkered. I studied. I love my brother. I still see him often. He’s out of work now so when we get together I fly to California, or I send him a ticket to fly to Maine. He left here last week after staying 3 weeks. I slipped some extra money in his suitcase without him knowing it. He called me later and thanked me for showing him a good time, and for the money. I could tell he was crying. John is a really good man. He’s considerate, kind, reliable. He’s not lazy. He’s smart, but he never had the drive or ambition I’ve had. And he never liked to read. We were born the way we are. I was blessed with things like intelligence, drive, ambition, perception, perseverance. John was also born the way he is. He was given a beautiful personality, a happy disposition, a love for mechanical things, emotional intelligence, and a love for the simple life. He doesn’t really care about money. That’s good, because he’s never had any. But he’s a really good man in so many ways.
Sometimes I hear people infer that we, the well educated and the well-to-do, somehow have it all together, and that the less-fortunate somehow don’t have what it takes to do what we’ve done. And that, I believe, is true. But what I also believe is that we are who we are by mere chance. I believe most of this success we have was there in our genetic makeup at birth. No one in my family EVER suggested I go to college or try to become a professional. It just seemed to be there in my mind. And it just seemed not to be there in my brother’s mind, or his makeup.
We are all very very lucky. And that’s about all we are. We are smart enough, driven enough, healthy enough to become educated and make much money in our occupations and (hopefully) in the markets. Not everyone can do these things. We just lucked out. So next time you see a man with a family but no job, or a homeless person, or a disabled person, just try to think for a moment what I think for a moment………..he’s my brother, and he can’t help what he is, he’s not nearly as lucky as me, but I certainly still love him.