Write an essay in which you tell us about someone who has made an impact on your life and explain how and why this person is important to you.
Sometimes the best teachers that teach us lessons that last a lifetime are not those that we meet in the four corners of school , not the ones who taught us how to find algorithms , expound on the Texas Constitution of 1876 or launch into an act-by-analysis of The Taming of the Shrew . Sometimes the best teachers we have may be found closer to our home , closer to our hearts . They 're the people we have a love-hate relationship with , the ones we 're willing to fight for when someone bullies them , the ones
we run to when we 're the ones being bullied , the ones we tattletale to our parents when a vintage mirror gets broken the ones we conspire with when we want to get rid of the baby sitter . We can live with them , we can 't live without them . Siblings , that 's what they are
I have three brothers , all older than me . Growing up with brothers is not just great , it 's beyond my imagination . It 's like you have your own mafia , your own gang where membership is exclusive . They taught me all there is to know about almost everything , guy stuff and all . But my brother Chris is the one who taught me the greatest lesson that I could ever learn
Chris is ten years older than me . Ten years is enough for me to think highly of him . To me , he was a God , my God . As a kid , I wanted to be like him . I followed him like a puppy . Everything he did was cool .until he turned into drugs
I do not remember how it started . There were probably some signs but we didn 't see it or maybe we just chose to ignore them . My parents chalked it up to teenagers being curious . They probably thought it was just a phase , that Chris would outgrow it in days . But days turned into weeks , weeks into months and before we realized it , Chris ' life had started to spiral down . He started to become rude , agitated , moody antisocial , a changed person . I went to sleep one day thinking of Chris as my idol but woke up seeing a different person , not my brother . We wanted to help him , reach out for him but he rejected us . Our efforts were met with a stony face
It took awhile for Chris to accept his situation . He refused to acknowledge the reality that he was drug dependent , an addict . But my brother decided to face his fears . I don 't know what happened or how it happened exactly to him but I think he was fearful , afraid that he would succumb to the devils of drugs completely . He was afraid to lose everything he had , his family , friends but most of all , he was afraid to lose his life . It was his decision to be brave , to face his fears . When he faced his fears , he found his courage . It was not an easy battle...