Just thinking about this...My older brother is truly an amazing guy. The type that shovels all the neighbor's sidewalks and everyone considers a friend. He is truly just nice dude. Wonderful dad and husband, and an even greater brother. However, sometimes it's hard for me to believe that we are related at all, haha.

He's two inches shorters than me, weighs close to 250 pounds. He spent a lot of youth as a true deliquent. Him and his friends used to steal cars from a repair shop and joy ride them all weekend while the shop was closed. He has the craziest stories of running drugs for a gang when he was 16 and how he was making tons of cash in high school as their courier.

Has lost all of his front teeth for who knows why, and never wears his implants. He drives a F350 Dually, usually flying multiple American and MAGA flags. He can't be found outside without his red MAGA hat on. Up until pretty recently, he was a habitual marijuana user, even in his 40's. He's worked blue collar jobs his whole life. He can fix anything with wheels or a motor. He loves his pigs and his dogs. He's not covered in tattoos, but he has a bunch. He's loud, fat, crazy, and extremely funny. We went to Tucanos the other night and he had everyone just rolling on the floor laughing.

Now, think of the almost the complete opposite and you have me. If it wasn't for us both doing a 23andMe at some point in our lives, I'd be convinced that one of us was mixed up at the hospital.

Anyways, just a random thought about how two people can have two very different lives coming from the same start.