I’m sure my brother, Mark, doesn’t remember my one win against him on the Carpenter Elementary concrete court back in Monticello, Iowa. Thankfully I never forgot the lesson that 10-8 win taught me.
“He always won. Sometimes by a score of 10-1 other times by a score of something like 10-7 merely because Mark toyed with me. You know, purposely missing his shots and giving me wide-open looks at the basket and gracefully giving me the lead, only to turn on the afterburners to come back and win, thereby making the loss hurt that much more.
Mark was being mean to me again, but that merely added fuel to my tired-of-failing 11-year-old boy’s fire. “Next time, you’re all mine, Mark,” I’d spitefully spew to my big brother. “Next time.”
And then, my next time happened.”
Read my current essay of Exclusive Content in MS Focus Magazine – MS insights from my eyes as a little brother – for how that win is helping me in my daily competition with MS and why even the smallest of victories make some of the biggest differences.