Am I My Brother's Keeper

Last saturday my morning began with me getting up @ 7am. I pulled my jeep out the garage and gave it a good washed down. As I was washing the car , I put on the music of Motown. Oh yea !!! Jammin early in the morning , crunning to the sound of the Temptations, the Supremes , Smokey Robinson and more.

The sun was coming up , the temperature was rising. I knew it was going to be a good day.

After washing the car , I dropped the top of the jeep. Jumped in the shower , threw on my gym clothes and headed to the gym.

Driving down the streets and the boulevards , the sun was beamimg bright and hot down on me. Jammin and being so cool as I am. Checking out the people who's checking me out.

I pulled up to the gym , get out my car , straddeling my leather backpack and strutting to the door like I was John Travolta. I can see the people in the front of the gym checking me out too. That's right ! I'm cool.

I worked out for two hrs that day , I wanted to make sure that I was tight and fit for the beautiful day that was upon me. After doing cardio and strength training , I wanted to seal it off by going into the sauna. The sauna to me , is the best thing to help a person lose weight. It burns fat and calories quicker and faster than any other equipment.

I stepped inside of the sauna , there were two people inside. A man and a woman. I had my ipod on because it's difficult for me to stay in there due to the heat. So I listen to my music trying not to concentrate on how hot it is.

The man and woman were conversating about how long each could stay in there. I turned down music to ease drop , some call that ear hustling. The lady said that she was able to stay in there for an hr. I couldn't believe what I had just heard. I'm only able to stay in there for only 15 minutes. I took off my earphones and asked , did you say a hr. She replied , yes and sometimes longer. Well , that started a conversation that lasted enough for me to feel rejuvenated.

After the sauna , I went into the locker room , feeling wet and sweaty.

I opened my locker pulled out my backpack , thinking I'll take a shower when I get home. Yea ! that's what I'll do.

I slung the backpack over my shoulder and strolled through the gym as though Richard Gear was walking through the lobby of the Beverly Hills Hotel.

I jumped into the jeep , cranked up the tunes once again , threw on the shades and drove away like..... damn he's gone.

I headed to my parents house , my brothers were suppose to be over there. I couldn't wait to show off both vehicles. Me and the car. Both were detailed and supped up. We always were competitive in life. I looked at it as something positive , something that kept me on my toes and made me strive harder. However , my brothers looked at it totally different.

My older brother was jealous of me every since high school. I remember he would tell people at school that we weren't brothers. Over the years , he would say and do things displaying his jealousy. I , on the other hand , never understood it. However , I always over looked it and tried my hardest to keep peace between my brothers and myself , but things never turns out the way you want them to all the time.

So I pulled up my parents driveway. My father is sitting on the stairs of the porch. I jumped out the car feeling like a million bucks . As I walked aroud the car ,I see my backpack in the passenger seat. I said to my father , I better not leave this in here. So I grabbed the backpack and headed into the house. I laid the backpack on the kitchen counter. My brother appeard from the basement , looking high , tired and yet friendly. I'll talk about the drug thing some other time.

We go outside , chit chatting about my jeep , how nice and clean it was. They asked me what I used to get my tires clean etc.

I go inside the house to get some water , inside I heard my phone ringing. The phone's at the bottom of the backpack. I pulled all the articles that were inside of it and placed them on the counter. I answer the phone. It was a called that took me away from the responsibility of watching my bag.

Not thinking anything , I went back outside to continue our conversation between myself and them. The more we were talking , the more I was noticing the highness of my brother. I wanted to inform my father , since my father had said he could never tell when my brother is high.

So , I went inside looking for my father as he had left us for a moment. I called for him and I herd his voice respond from the basement. As I saw my father , a man that has become somewhat old. At that moment , to me ....my father was not this youthful man I've always known. A man that was a MAN in all aspects.

Nope ! I couldn't tell my father my brother was high. I decided ,why put anymore pain on him. We , my brothers and I had just reconciled over the last three months. We weren't speaking for over two to three years.

After the boreness began to wear on , I thought it was time to hit the road. I said my fairwells and jumped back in the batmobile.

Back on the boulevard and jammin once again. Feeling high myself , high on life that is. As I was thinking about my plans for the rest of the day , a thought came to mind. My mind was saying , where's your wallet. At that second of that thought , my heart started beating faster before my investigation of my intuition.

I pulled over , grabbed my backpack , pulled everything out. I couldn't find it. I jumped outside my car. Looking under the seats , in the seats , between the seats and at a time ,even under the car. I was desperate. My mind were shifting gears. Gears that were shifting right to the place my intuition had been waiting. Yep ! crack haven. I was heated. That mother !!! Uh wheee I was hot. I called my parents house no answer. My hands were shaking as I dialed their number. I called my mother , told her that her crackhead son had stolen my wallet. She probably didn't understand a word I was saying because I was screaming with frustration and urgency.

I called my brother. He answered , I asked if i could speak to my father. He gave the phone to him. I told my father what had happened. I could tell that he was hurt. Hurt for the simple fact that yes , we had just reconciled , yes that's what my parents were probably praying for , yes the family had peace again ,and yes this is Fucked up.

I went home in disbelief that this really did happened. My brother. The brother that had finally came around as a true brother. The brother that I was looking forward to spending time with . The brother I always loved. The brother I never knew.

I am a christian believer. I understand the bible oh so well. I might not live it ,but I do understands it. I know that this life is between good and evil ,right and wrong , and God and satan. I know that whenever something is of good , satan's right there to make bad.

My family is a christian based family , rooted from my mom. The good she does for God , is truly disturbing to satan. Therefore, the peace my family had for that short moment will be cherished forever. I used to be the kind of person that would desperately try to mend things , but this is where wisdom comes in. For if I didn't have such solid faith , I would too be cracked out.

I have not heard from any of my brothers and don't think I will anytime soon. Yet , am I my brother's keeper . Yes I am.