For the next six days I'll be ditching Specialty Box so I can have face time with three dear brothers.Today I fly to Baltimore and visit with my friend Brooke who mentored me in college. He and his entire family are very dear to me. I count this "brother" as one of my few heroes.
On Thursday I'll head to Philadelphia to pick up my baby brother Josh. Together we will drive to the Poconos where Josh is throwing himself a four day long 37th birthday party.
On Saturday, I hope to be in to Albany, NY. My dear friend and "brother" Mark (just 10 years my senior) is fighting an aggressive cancer. While I remain hopeful that his life on earth will continue, I'd love to at least give him a gentle hug. I'm told that lengthy visits tire him out (so I may drive 5 hours so I can see him for 15 minutes; it will be worth it).
Y'know, sometimes cliches are cliches because they are so damn true. So, please, stop what you're doing and show your "brothers" some love.