I was almost exactly on schedule. Honey had been idling for about five or six
minutes… I had just finished my morning beer and cigarette… and was just about
to throw my leg over my best girl, when I saw a pair of headlights coming up my
dead end street. As they got closer, the
car slowed down and then I realized it was my brother Bev.
What in the heck? I walked to the back of Honey, and unzipped
the top right side pocket of her tail bag, and popped a breath mint into my
mouth. I knew he was there to give me a
good-bye/ good-luck hug, and I didn't want him to smell the beer on my breath,
and worry about my sanity. I knew he
already had enough reasons to worry about that, and I didn't want to give him
any more fuel for his (very well intentioned) fire.
He walked up to me, handed me $80 dollars and told me to
stick it somewhere safe, and use it to buy him a gift along the way, or for gas
or some other necessity, should trouble arise.
I didn't tell him that my first thought was to use it for a full body massage
with a happy ending at one of my
layovers.
Bev is 14 years older
than me, and our personalities are about as widely spread. He doesn't like to express his emotions the
way I do. I feel I would explode if I
didn't. He feels he might if he did. Yes, we are quite different in our
methodologies, but very much alike in our foundation. We were raised by the same parents, and have
been instilled with the same sense of respect and sincere care for other
people. Not only for family… for
everyone.
As he put both hands firmly and gently on my shoulders, he
sheepishly said, "I wanted to see you off on your trip, and give you my
sincere hope for a safe journey." I
could see his eyes were watering, as he held his gaze steadily and directly
into my eyes. This was as much emotion
as I could ever recall seeing from Bev.
I told him I would accept his gift of white light protective energy, and would keep it at the forefront
of my awareness during the entire duration of my voyage.
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