9:30 pm; The sound of home lit fireworks punches the air through my turned down head phones. The only thing keeping me cool on this hot summer night is the breeze my bike provide as I glide down the dimly lit streets. Just about five hours ago I was standing in line at the O'Hare International Airport in Chicago holding a 60lb suit case and an Alto Saxophone along with my mother, father, and David. In just a few hours David with be flying over us on his way home to Tubingen, Germany. Yep, it was time for my new friend, who became new brother you heard about in September, to go home. As much as both of us protested, it just had to happen. I held my composure for the final hug goodbye, then out of my own control broke down the second he rounded the corner. Dam, I'm going to miss that son of a bitch. We had our ups and downs through out the year, I would say the ups far out weighed the downs. We got along better than anyone could expect for two strangers to become friends then to suddenly have to live under the same roof.
David is the smartest, most thoughtful, (extra) person I got to know. And maybe thats why we got along so well is that he figured out how to put up with my craziness. Not only was he a friend and brother but he was a teacher. And I'm not saying that he taught me math really well (he did that too) but he changed me. Changes take a while to occur of corse but he beat the path down for me to experience a new eventful fulfilling life. He taught me to think "why not".
I grew up in a family who has recently made it an unhealthy habit to not do things. Now I'm not saying I didn't experience good things when I was younger. Not at all. I did alot sure, but as I got older I would be the one doing them, alone. I would press my parents to let me get out and go to camp, go to do a sport, events, concerts, it goes on. Maybe it's because their getting older but I find that a bullshit excuse not to take the opportunities that are at hand and do something with them. When I first met David I too found myself making excuses not to get out. Then he asked me "why not". So when he mentioned to me going to Germany (before he was my brother) I laughed and said I wish. Then he said the magic words and so the planning began, it took over 3 months just to get my mom to even take me seriously, then after a few dinners over and when he became my brother we bought the tickets. This was the biggest out of many ways he changed my life. He taught me to get off my lazy ass and do something other than watch some lame reality TV show. Without him I wouldn't have experienced half the crazy high school shit that I'm not suppose to do. Without David I probably wouldn't have seen the capitol of the United States, or gone to the top of the Empire State Building, or played an improv solo on my saxophone in front of an audience, or read a full book in about a weeks time, or cook a meal, or bake home made brownies, or walk a city alone, or sneak out and just go somewhere in the middle of the night that made no sense of going but just for the sake to go. Dam... I'm going to miss him.
In 11 days at 6:36 pm I will be flying away from O'Hare International Airport in Chicago heading to Tubingen, Germany to stay with David for 25 days. I will be looking out of the airplane window saying goodbye to my country and getting ready to see something that would be so different to what I walk down the street and see everyday. I will be living a busy new life just for a few weeks. And I will be seeing David for the last time (until next time) in a whirl wind of sights and activities. A grand finally of new experiences. Because of David.
Thank You Bro:
