My little brother
My only sibling, my younger brother, has stage four metastatic colon cancer. These are words that I would never have imagined uttering three weeks ago. Avi is two years, two months, and eight days younger than I am. While I have always been the one blessed with book smarts, as the outside-of-the-box thinker, he is wiser than I could ever dream of being. He knows how to dissect things and make them work, regardless of whether it’s a business, a piece of machinery, or a person. He has a knack for working hard and getting things done with a tenacity like nobody else I have ever met. I can clearly recall the exact moment at which I discovered that Avi is physically stronger than I am. I was on the receiving end of what were probably well-deserved punches to the gut, when I realized that I could not fight back. I have recently discovered his seemingly endless emotional strength as well. That tenacity, the never-say-die attitude, will undoubtedly get him through th...