Title from here.
Before we left for Mexico, my aunt and I went on a little road trip to see my brother’s Change of Command ceremony at the Naval Air Station, where he’s been running a school.
We loaded up, rented a car, and I gave my aunt the fair warning, that when travelling with a Bullock, whatever can go wrong, usually, in some shape or fashion, WILL GO WRONG.
Five minutes after this warning was issued, we were being detained by the law, for excessive speed. THREE MILES FROM MY HOME!!! I guess he felt sorry for us when we told him we still had to travel all the way across the mighty Mississip’ and he let me go with a warning.
We made it there, and got to spend a little time with my brother, of whom, I’m extremely proud. Not because he’s a Commander in the Navy and has had an amazing career in the service. Not because, at the ripe old age of 39, he served time in Afghanistan, training the Afghan Army, away from his family for 16 months. Not because he’s one of the two smartest men I know (the other one, I married…and for those of you who grew up with Jake, and didn’t know he’s smart…he is. He’s an evil genius!!). And not because he’s simply my older brother and I always have and always will think he’s the shiz-nit.
While all of those are reason enough to be proud of my brother, I am most proud for his strength and resiliency. His daughter suffers (and really, his entire family suffers from her disorder) from a seizure disorder, that has caused brain damage and behavior issues. They have been pushed to the brink with this child…and I mean the brink of every aspect of a person. And the truth is…I don’t even know the half of it.
Yet, here they are…all standing, all smiling, and together…and as happy as they’ve ever been.