I got an older brother.
I was told when I was around 5 my parents were seriously worried that I was autistic. That was because I never said a word, besides inevitable crying now and then. Turns out after some counseling my parents discovered my crutch- my big brother, eight years old, was unintentionally my personal speaker. After cornering me they found my speech to be perfectly on par with kids my age. He was the outgoing person while I was more shy. I may have adopted my speech from him, but that is debatable.
Fast forward to 12 year old me, bro 15. Middle school was a zoo. Classes were obnoxious, halls stuffed with bodies, testosterone rain forest, thats for sure. But this, despite my bro not even being here, carved my reputation profoundly. He was one of my middle school's most beloved students when he attended. I grew into the habbit of ending up on nearly every adult's good side due to the success of my previous sibling. Hell, to this day I have teachers calling me by my brother's name rather than me.
By high school, I was ballin'. My bro made all my teachers go crazy over the honor of having the successor of a great student. Since all my bro's friends were cool with me being a cool guy's next in line, I was thrown a bunch of neat people to hang out with and got me into the Speech club, where I continue to build my charisma, social skills and peer reputation.
Sophomore year has dawned, and things are different. Big bro's moved out. We visit, but its not the same. Yet still he left a trail for me, his influence affecting the teachers I please, friends i make, and the girl that fell for me. If you get anything out of my little ramble it's this- Always make things better for those that fallow you. If you are the one behind, acknowledge those who carved your way, and work hard to make things good. My bro influenced my life for the better.
Thank you, Ryan!