My brother is alot of things that I am not. He is cool and easy going. Disciplined and responsible. He can get along with almost anybody and has no problem fitting in wherever he goes. I stick out like a sore thumb. Every time he found himself in a tough position, he'd always take it in stride whereas I'd flip out at every obstacle I encountered. He was always the one with the brains and the looks. I just tried harder. He played sports for fun, I hit the gym out of necessity. He'd read the chapter once and ace the test. I'd study for hours and still fail. By the time his high school days were over and mine began, it was apparent that there was only one thing I beat him at... dick size, mine is bigger. But regardless of our differences, we accept each other and love each other unconditionally.
He was great at math and loved cars. I figured he'd turn out to be a mechanical engineer or something along those lines. So I was shocked when I found out he opted to join the Navy instead of going to College. Eventually that shock turned into pride, just like when he found out I was gay. I think when I first told him, he was utterly disgusted and grossed out. But it didn't take much time for his disgust to turn into acceptance and support. Now whenever I visit him, he insists on taking me out to the gay bars and asking me about my love life. He's so open and understanding that I can't believe I didn't tell him sooner. My brother is definitely a person I know I can count on.
In the words of countless elementary schools kids past and present, "My big brother is cooler than your big brother."