My older brother was a typical mean-headed older brother. Anytime I was enjoying something he just had to wipe the smile off my face. Whenever I watched TV he changed the channel and would throw the remote across the room. Whenever I was playing with Barbies he would tell me to clean my room and close the lights. Whenever he did anything my head would just fume of steam just like in the cartoons. Once I got older I realized he just never knew how to show his love for me, so he resulted in teasing me. By the time I realized, it was too late. Just as I was entering my teenage years my older brother had changed. At first, I tried not to pay attention and thought he would get better because it was just him being annoying. But he stopped acting like himself. He never talked to me, never laughed with me, and worst of all, never teased me. One morning we were all planning to go to SeaWorld and I was so excited but my smile faded as I heard the ambulance right outside the door. My whole family was rushing and panicking but I stood there on the stairs. I couldn't hear anyone, see anything clearly, or breathe correctly. Why was my older brother on a stretcher? Where was he going? And before I could say anything they took him from me. He came back home a week later from the hospital and mental rehabilitation center. I could never call it home without him. Excitedly, I rushed to give him a big hug but his embrace felt so loose. At this point, I was begging him to just tease me and tell me his diagnosis was just a joke but it never came. This feeling of him being there but not there lasted years and all hope had been replaced with resentment. Why wasn't he getting better? Why is he not even trying? He should just leave. My body had filled with hate at this person I couldn't even call my brother. Medication after medication and nothing was working. This build of frustration had shaped how I saw the world and it was miserable. I was miserable. 1 Corinthians 16:14 "Do everything in love." I lost faith during this period. Just when I had reached the lowest of lows I was reached by God. My life was filled with hope as I pursued prayers and to live purely. As much as I would like to accredit faith, I embodied acceptance of the world to live more compassionately. Instead of asking "Why did my brother turn different", I started to ask "How can my brother and I grow together?" I realized it wasn't too late and I still have so much love for him. He may be weakening but I mustn't weaken with him. Although everyone is suffering, I must put on a smile because if I don't, then who will be between us? The quote "Do everything in love" is to show acceptance of situations and find the good in them. His sickness hurt me so much but I love him more than the hurt. Every day I try to show him that even if you do simple things, it is a great accomplishment. This new era of my life has highlighted my passion to help others and show them it is okay to not be okay. I love my brother and I am pursuing a career in healthcare and medicine. He supports me so much but not without a little teasing.