My Bepo

On November 28, 1995 my little brother, Joey, made his grand entrance into my life. I was seven years old when he was born and on that day I made a personal commitment to be the best big sister this world has ever witnessed. However, the person who has made more of an impression on this world is Joey. This guy is not only my baby brother; he is my best friend, my inspiration, and my hero.

I was seven when Joey was born. I can still remember that day when I stepped into the hospital room and the nurse asked me if I would like to be the first one to hold the new addition of our family. I was beside myself. I had been the baby of the family until then and I was eager to give away the title. However, I did not know the impact this life bundled in my arms would have on me until years later.

It is hard for people to comprehend that Joe and I have such a close relationship with an eight year age difference between us. Joey may only be eleven years old, however, I have never met anyone who is more humorous, loving, and generous as him. Joey can find joy in the simplest things in life. He inspires me to be the person I one day hope to become. His laugh is contagious and his smile can make the worst days better.

I can remember one particular moment when Joey inspired me. It was a Wednesday and Joey had just returned from school. I noticed on this particular day, something was troubling my little brother. His usual talkative self was now reserved and distraught. I asked him what was the matter. He said nothing and went into my Dad’s office and closed the door. When he emerged minutes later, I could tell he had been crying. I asked my Dad what was up and he said that Joey had just asked him to take him to Saturday confession. I was amazed. Personally, reconciliation has always been the one sacrament I have refused to accept. One could say that pride has always stood between me and the confessional. However, the fact that my baby brother humbled himself and could ask the Lord to forgive his sins truly touched me. It was something that I never had to courage to do myself.

Joey is just a kid, however, I have yet to meet an adult who has more humility, faith, and love in their lives. Joey is always the first to apologize for any wrongdoing even when he is not at fault. He is always the first one to give me hugs and kisses when I return home. Joey never takes life for granted. He finds happiness in things most people overlook. Joey never places himself first but sacrifices himself to make sure others are fulfilled. Through his actions he lives out Christ’s teachings. I cannot imagine my life without Joey.