Before You Read

If you had told me in high school that my younger brother and I would turn out to be good friends later in life, I’d have informed you that there was a screw loose in your head. Today, I eat my words. During our formative years, calling us mortal enemies might have been an overstatement, but slightly. We were constantly battling. Pulling hair, stealing Legos, laughing when the other crashed his bike, and trying…