Chapter 19 of the Autobiography... Letter S, Sister.
Chapter
Nineteen
Sister
– Being Her Personal Bodyguard
My sister was born named
Rebecca Jo, on April 6th,
1987, in the same hospital as my brother and I were. She is by far
the most important young woman in my life and I would die protecting
her. While growing up I spent a lot of time hanging out with my
brother, but there was a period of time that I hung out with my
sister more too. I always wanted to be there to protect her as much
as I possibly could. When we were young and she would be in an
argument with one of my parents, I would even do something to draw
the attention away from her. They would then be all eyes on me and
instantly forgetting anything she may have done.
One afternoon while
at my Grandfather’s house, we were all hanging out in and around
his new in-ground swimming pool. At the time my sister didn’t have
too much experience swimming on her own yet. Somehow while alone,
she managed to slip out of her floating inner tube and sank to the
bottom of the pool without anyone noticing. Luckily a moment later I
saw her at the bottom of the pool. So I dove in and pulled her out
of the water. She gasped for air a few times and coughed up water,
but all in all, she was okay. Beyond scaring me half to death,
everything ended up fine that day. All through her life I’ve tried
to stay close to her so I could protect her. If she had problems
with someone at school she would simply ask them, “Do you know who
my brother is?” and nine out of ten times it would stop and I
wouldn’t have to intervene. There had been a few other times that
she’s called on me to handle some out-of-line person who was
disrespectful to her too, but it never ended up being that serious.
I’ve always respected my sister’s choice in boyfriends too, but
not a single one went without a sit-down with me. I simply would
warn them that if they gave my sister problems, they would have to
deal with me, and if they hurt my sister, I would hurt them worse
than they could ever imagine. She never had any issues with any of
them really… She was the heartbreaker. When she met the man who is
now her husband, I let her tell me all about him, then I got my own
first impression. He never needed to have that sit-down all of her
other boyfriends had, because I could tell he wasn’t like the rest.
He was respectful, honest, outgoing, caring, and that he truly loved
my sister, and her son. When she chose to marry him, I couldn’t
even question her decision the slightest bit because I knew they were
meant for each other and that he was exactly the kind of man she’s
always deserved. Since their marriage, her husband has legally
adopted their son Logan who is four years old, and they also have a
daughter together name Allyson who will be turning two in July.
These two kids mean the world to me and I hope they will learn from
my mistakes and that I can grow to be a great role model for them as
well. I see so much of who I used to be as a child in my nephew
Logan.
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