The amazing thing is that no matter how many times my schemes failed to go as planned and no matter how many times my brother suffered the consequences of my bright ideas, he always supported me. I'm old enough now to admit that I would have been a very lonely little boy afraid to try anything by myself if it weren't for my little brother who was always willing to support me despite the known risks. He believed in me because he loved me, no matter how crazy my ideas may have been.
Today his belief in me lives somewhere inside of me in a tiny little hidden pocket that seems to come out to support me whenever I'm about to take the next big step in my life. Eric, you may be the little brother but you'll always be a big brother to me. I love you.