My Brother's Keeper



"Harrison, I am my brother's keeper."

Terence, his younger brother, would always tell him that and then he would smile.

There was a pivotal moment when his life took a downward-spiral-spinning-turn when he disappointed his family.  Their parents died when they were young. He got addicted to drugs. And, he was plain bewildered that he had nowhere else to go and he had nothing else.

Practically, all he had left was Terence.

On the one hand, Terence is tall, handsome, intelligent, more so, street-smart. He is also quite easy on the eyes of the ladies. Well, that is redundant, just for emphasis. He is that good looking. 

While on the other hand, Harrison is slow. The underdog.

He was just counting the days. Looking forward to sundown. That guilt when their mother died left an imprint in his mind that pierced his heart. 

He is blind, you see. But, he knew what was going on. 

One September day, Terence told him, that there was this opportunity to work in a microchip company. All he had to do was configure placement of the parts into the designed equipment.

It changed his life. 

Whenever Harrison would ask Terence, why he did all those things for him, countless times, even up to that breaking point, he would be so inundated, that he would, metaphorically, switch off the car radio.

And he would just say, ever so cool, calm, and collected:

"Harrison, I am my brother's keeper."  

Then, the older brother would smile.
















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