Throwback Thursday or My New Old Best Friend

Dear God,

First, thank you for today.  I love it when I wake up and I’m still here.  Now, secondly, thank you for my brother, Richard.  When we were younger neither of us were very good at the whole “being a supportive brother” thing, but now that we’ve grown, I couldn’t ask for a better friend.

This isn’t my typical blog post, but it’s something that’s been pressing on my heart.  I need to say these things and not just privately.

Fifteen years ago if you had asked me what I thought of my younger brother I would tell you “I love him.”  Or I would have made a fat joke.  (Oh, the irony.)  What I wouldn’t tell you is this:

He is funny, charming, intelligent, honorable, kind, and fair-minded.  He has been nothing short of a beacon of support for me in any endeavor I have ever had, and doesn’t speak to me as if one day I will be successful, but as if I already am.  Do I have disagreements with him?  Of course, one could say “all the time,” but they are no longer fights, they are conversations.  Do I think he’s obnoxious?  Incredibly.  But then again, so am I.  I like to blame it on being a Gemini, but the stars hold little sway on my behavior, not nearly as much as I do.

No idea who all those other people are.

When I was younger I was indifferent to this “younger” person who was not smaller than me.  I know, if you ask him, he would say I was a horrible older brother.  I wasn’t mean, and I cared about him deeply.  That being said our relationship never really evolved past the point it was when my parents brought him home from the hospital:

“If I hit him (physically or emotionally) he’ll make noise, and often times he’ll make enough noise or the wrong noise, and he’ll get in trouble instead of me.”  Like the time when I poked him and he threw himself through a table in order to get me in trouble for pushing.  As quick and clever as the plan was, our mother saw through it.  #Skills

It wasn’t until I was 21 that I stopped this.  When I was diagnosed with testicular cancer, and despite all of our previous history, my brother showered me with support.  I let a lot of things go during chemotherapy, to say nothing about my hair.  I don’t usually sweat the small stuff (outside of food in restaurants) anymore, and hurting my brother for sport had no more appeal.  It was childish.  And though, not intended, it was cruel.

Now, not all of the change was me, but it was enough.  I have found that this crusty Tech Sergeant is and has always been my best friend.  And I can’t thank God enough for bringing him into my life on that June morning, so many years ago.

Love,

T2

I’m in Indiana…

I met my wife in the land of the often misunderstood “hoosier,” where sports is king and God is a Baptist.  It’s where I was diagnosed with testicular cancer in 2001 and where I found my cure.  It’s where I was married, and where I first lived in my “own” home.  I’m fond of it, but it never felt like “home” to me.

It wasn’t the cold mountains of Upstate New York, where I spent my formative years dreaming of a life more literary.  Today; however, I found myself surrounded by my wife’s family and our mutual friends and I didn’t feel out of place or like an outsider.  So I would have to agree with Captain Hammer when I say:

“Home is where the heart is, so your real home’s in your chest.”

Anywho, I’m making some good headway in the whole getting-ready-to-make-my-web-series planning.  I have character bios done, for casting calls and have really worked out how I want to use the camera to tell the story.  Planning, planning, planning.

Episode one has been written and I’ll have the first few written soon after I return from Indiana (Feb 11th).  Oddly enough, I think Indiana would be a better place to actually shoot the project as I think the snowy landscape would provide a good quality to some of the episodes, but alas, sunny California will have to do.

Posting will be infrequent while I’m here, but I’ll try to get on here as often as I can.

– T2

PS: JJ,
I’m still waiting on that email buddy.  Next best thing to happen to Star Trek since you is me.  🙂
– Tom