Siblings are usually not very close and in fact often fight and declare their hate for one another. It is very strange to me that families are not close and siblings are not even able to stay in the same room long. My husband and his siblings get along but that is it, and it is so strage to me because my brother and I are very close. However,we were not always close.

As kids my brother and I hated each other, always fighting, now that I think about it I was really the only one that had the problem. I am the oldest and my brother is four years younger. The point is he was the baby and got away with everything and I did not.

One afternoon, we were playing basketball at our church basketball court, which we lived across the highway from. Naturally little brother would not follow big sister rules to fit my winnings so I got mad and said some mean things to him. I made a comment that I would regret in the next half hour or so and still regret to this day. As I started to leave I threw the ball at him and my cousin who was there also and said "I hope you get hit by a truck so maybe it will knock some sense into you!" I went home and sat down and started talking to my parents. Now we were old enough to cross the highway by ourselves and knew all the safty stuff,look both ways and all that. All of a sudden my cousin ran in the house white a sheet and just said breathlessly, "James just got hit by a truck!" My heart sank to my feet and I never saw my parents move so fast even to to this day. As we got to my brother he was laying on the side of the highway and kicking like a fish out of water. I was scared and knew my brother was going to die right then and right there.

The ambulance came and took him. The lady that hit him said she never saw him and swore that an 18 wheeler was behind her. There was no 18 wheeler, Thand The GOOD LORD! My brother did not die, in fact he just got scratched up and got a really bit fat lip! The day he was released from the hospital which was 3 days later he wanted to go to his buddy ball game, It was the last game of the summer and they up for winning the championship. He could not play but got to sit in the dug out. Every time one of the boys went up to bat, they said that the hit was for him. They won and they all signed the game ball, that he still has to this day.

My brother have never fought since that day and I realized how much I loved him, not hated him. So I got my wish that day but I really did not want it. Think before you say things out of anger, you never know how powerful your words can be.