Winning Enemies
My younger brother is a best friend. We can discuss different viewpoints and values without jeopardizing the love and appreciation we have for each other. It wasn’t always like that, especially when we were teens and our sense of competition with each other was at its highest. He was becoming larger and stronger than I, and I felt a compelling need to try regularly to subdue him in a wrestling, punching, or verbal match. Our fights were almost always about insignificant things, like which radio station would we listen to in the car, or who would drive. The need to Read More