My brothers don't get along. I guess if you were going to generalize you could say that one is a "Jock" and one is a "Stoner". One spends all his time playing football, baseball and basketball. He watches sports on tv, drinks milk and worries about his torn shoulder muscles. Once, he played a baseball game with a broken hand because the team needed him. The other brother spends all his time hanging out with his band. They play lots of Nirvana and Chili Peppers. He stays out late and sleeps until 2:30 in the afternoon. He, his girlfriend and his friends have made some very bad choices involving how to entertain yourself when you are a bored teenager in rural middle America.

My brothers don't like each other. They don't have anything in common and they will each go out of their way to avoid the other. Just about the only conversations they have revolve around who's turn it is to do the dishes. The fact that one is 16 and the other 18 just magnifies the problem.

I tell you this so that you will realize how none of that matters. In a time of need, it was one brother who finally said "enough is enough" and set into effect a chain of events that have probably saved the life of the other brother. Because that is what brothers do. Even when they don't really like each other. Everyone should be so lucky.