My big brother Ryan means the world to me. We have been the best of friends since before I was born. Before my parents ever said anything to him about possibly having a sibling, my brother would pray for a little sister. Then, when he found out he was getting one, he became the best big brother ever...even before I was born. He helped my parents try to think of names for me (luckily they didn't go with his choice of "Britney" haha) and, while my mom was relaxing, would go up to her stomach and talk to me about all the fun things we were going to do when we were older. He's the one who taught me how to talk (his name was my first word), how to walk, the only one I would let feed me that mushy baby food for a year, and the one I learned everything from. Still to this day he has been teaching me and helping me through life. He was really involved in this program SEARCH, working on the team and eventually co-directing the retreat and was ecstatic when I followed exactly in his footsteps and also became a co-director. He's an amazing athlete and student, is absolutely fun-loving and hilarious and no one disliked him. Literally no one. He helped me through my first year of high school, and from afar during sophomore year when I had to deal with him leaving for college all the way in Colorado and my dad living overseas with the military.
Not only is he my hero, but he's one of our nation's heroes, too. Ryan is a senior at the US Air Force Academy training to be an A-10 warthog fighter pilot. His dedication to his country stayed strong even when people back home (stupid pacifist hippies who thought the military was a bunch of killers) criticized him and didn't understand how he could possibly think about being in the military. He is my rock, my inspiration, and my hero.
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