While growing up TJ and I didn’t always get along ; therefore we weren’t very close because of everything he had gone through. But, one day my family and I woke up early on a Sunday morning and couldn’t find TJ anywhere. Furthermore we rushed to our neighbors houses knocking on their doors especially the places where he played often. We went to on place in particular the Robairds whose son's name was josh. In fact, no matter how hard we searched we couldn’t find him anywhere.
Immediately I started freaking out; moreover we couldn’t find him, no matter how hard we looked! Although we knocked on Josh’s door and they didn’t answer I thought that we would never find him and realized how much he actually meant to me. At this point I believed at this point that someone had kidnapped him and was worried about him.
Therefore we thought that the Robairds had been asleep because it was early Sunday morning. Although dad called Josh’s dad frantically to ask him if my brother was there but he got no response. After many tries he finally got ahold of him and Josh’s dad replied that they were in the basement and couldn’t hear the doorbell. When we picked TJ up we were relieved, my parents were upset because he didn’t ask and just left the house.
In the meantime I realized that you learn to appreciate things more when you are about to lose them.
When I was about to lose TJ I realized what he meant to me and how much I really appreciated him. In the future I think this experience will help me be grateful for what I have and treat people better. This influenced me by caring about others more than myself and by putting others needs before mine. Before this happened I think I found myself putting others needs before myself and caring too much about what other people think about me. Now I find myself doing the exact opposite of that. I also try to think about how other’s feelings could be effected. For example when talking to friends I try to always put myself into “their shoes” and try to think about I would feel in that situation.
Through all of the years my brother and I have gone through a great deal of things but, I will never forget this day. TJ was playing basketball with boys in the neighborhood when all of the sudden they called him retarded. TJ came crashing through the door crying because he didn’t know what the word meant but, he knew the word had a negative connotation. He came home and told my parents, they were furious. They walked down to the neighbors house and talked to the child’s parents before they apologized to TJ. After we got home from the neighbors house TJ asked what the word
meant.
“Someone with a lesser intelligence but, it isn't a nice word to use and definitely isn’t true about you,” answered my parents. TJ was hurt and couldn’t believe could says something like that to him.
Indeed, I couldn’t believe that someone could be that mean to my little brother. Not that he was always nice to me but, he was intelligent and didn’t always make that right decisions.
Meanwhile I realize that people aren’t always nice, and that kids are mean to each other and to people that are different. After this happened it taught me to treat everyone nicely towards people who are different and everyone in general. In the future I believe that this experience will help me be more empathetic while working at jobs. Also by spreading awareness about disabilities and helping people be aware that everyone is equal and that everyone should be treated the same. Now I am more considerate of other people's feelings. I used to always also not think about how others would feel a about different situations but, now I think about how others may be affected. I always try to put others before and not care as much about myself. Before this happened I didn’t care as much about other people’s feelings but, now I do and am more sympathetic of others. When someone is upset or hurt I always try to help them and make sure they are okay. All in all TJ helped me and shaped who I am today.