My brother is also my friend, in the sense that he has shown me what is truly important and what isn’t. In a world that adores all that is material and external appearances, I look at him and all else fades away. The successes, the failures don’t matter anymore. What matters are love, family, friends and eternal life.
My brother has lived with a mental illness for over 25 years, fully aware of his condition and his incapability of overcoming it. But he has accepted it and embraced this cross with dignity, great humility and simplicity. Though there are still so many things that call out to me daily to entice and tease my heart; I think of him, I call him and talk with him. Suddenly, loving others and eternity appear as the only glorious treasures which I want to embrace.