My Brother's Life

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I was very different than my brother. My mother thought that all the babies are like my brother: who is very kind, genius. When my mom taught my brother one thing then all the sudden he would understand nine other things based on that one thing. He was patient with all the situation that child cannot handle, he was kind to others. One day he got hit by his friend but refused to hit him back because if my brother hit his friend back then it would make him as same person who hit him. So mom’s life with my brother was no trouble, easy going until I showed up. I wasn’t patient: if I wanted something then I am having it, I was not kind: if you hit me, I would hit you twice as much harder, I was not genius: mom would teach me ‘A’, I would say ‘B’ …show more content…

Yet more time I spent at school, working on homework and just seeing the reality in the society it made me drop those job dreams. It was too much studying in order to be a lawyer and prosecutor, too much studying and responsibility to be a doctor, not enough talent to be a singer or actress, and its too complicated to be a president in the future. So I really could not stick with one vocation that I wanted to become yet still looking for one hoping to have something one day. Just like any other kids I loved watching television shows and movies, loved playing instruments. As I got older I stopped playing instruments because it wasn’t challenging me anymore, but I got into listening music and watching movies. Up until 9th grade in school I didn’t focus on academic grade but I had to when I moved the school in United …show more content…

I know that from elementary school sounds bit too soon to determine yet if I think about it right now, I discovered it during that time. I moved to different school in third grade and spending a year at that school I developed my strength. Gladly I moved to another different school after 3rd grade and began to use my relator strength. Like someone said before, people who has relator as their one of top strengths, they have multiple circles to differentiate the friendship between others and I. The circles can divide up simply to: best friend or your people, friend, someone you know and strangers, but personally I have way more than that. Relator’s balcony and basement from Gallup Organization are: caring, trusting, a great friend, forgiving and generous; basement are: lives in a clique, crony, has an inner circle and plays favorites. At work place encouraging others, giving them a support are good. Over the period of times, I discovered that I have many circles that differentiate friendship. Because I have circles I learn how much I should talk depends on which circle they are in, and level of attention I need to give them in order to maintain the friendship and work

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