Today is his Birthday
I’ve been thinking about my brother a lot lately. I think it’s been over a year since I’ve seen him, or close to it, anyway.
Josh is the smartest person I know. He started building computers in the 80s, when he was in elementary school. For fun. When he was at school, he was a hot commodity. My mom would show up in the office to pick him up for appointments and what not, and nobody would know where he was. He would be all over the building fixing the teachers’ computers. This was before school systems had tech people; they used to come get him out of class to help them.
He knows everything there is to know about hardware, software and networking. He’s completely self-taught; I used to get so frustrated, because the material that I was trying so hard to learn in college just came naturally to him. I don’t think anything has ever come to me that easily.
From the time he was little, he’d been building and wiring things. Legos and Construx were his best friends. When he was about 10, a trip to the county fair changed his life. He was stuck on top of the Double Ferris Wheel for almost two hours, I think. Our folks were freaked out, but Josh was in heaven. Those two hours changed his life. From that point on, it was all about carnival rides for him. He would spend hours, days, building these rides out of Construx. Then, he would wire them to a transformer and add lights and movement through the joints of the toys. It was amazing. He had created miniature replicas, sometimes 4 feet tall.
Life wasn’t ever easy for him. He was bored in school, so they tried their hardest to label him with a learning disability. They said he needed counseling. Really, he was smarter than all of them, and they didn’t know what to do with him. He powered through that with support from our parents, but it didn’t get easier. He was different. Kids used to make fun of him, because they didn’t understand him either. There were a few times in our life where I was the one defending my big brother. (I once backhanded a neighbor kid across the face; his dad pulled him to our doorstep in a Radio Flyer so that my mom could see the hand print I had left on his face. He deserved it.)
He got through junior high with a struggle, and then came high school. And freedom. And a car. He met some true friends who loved him for who he was, and I think that’s how he got through high school. His summers, of course, were spent at the county fair. For the first three weeks in August, we didn’t see him unless we went looking for him.
He had no plans to go to college after graduation; it just didn’t interest him. After 12 years of being bored, being misunderstood, being forced to learn things that he already knew or wasn’t interested in, why volunteer for four more years? I can understand his logic, and his decision. So that summer after graduation in 1995, he left with the fair and the carnival rides. Nothing else has ever made him that happy.
I think what he loved about the fair and the carnival rides was the fact that he could do something that he truly loved to do, that made other people happy. People were waiting in line for him to show them a good time. And it was satisfying to him.
He’s never been concerned with material things, ever. A paycheck doesn’t mean anything if he’s not happy earning it. And if he’s doing something he loves, he’ll do it for free, or for a trailer to live in or a car to sleep in. Sometimes he would come home at the end of the season without any clothes but the ones on his back, and his shoes would have holes in the bottoms of them. But he was happy. I’ve always accepted this with love and amazement; how can you not be proud of someone who only wants to be happy, and make other people happy?
I don’t ever talk about my brother, because I’m too afraid of what other people think. There’s so much judgment, and too many stereotypes, and I don’t think I can handle what people will say. The truth is that he’s a carny, but that’s just a word. He knows everything about everything. He has a huge heart, and a great sense of humor. He loves music and animals. He makes the best homemade spaghetti sauce in the world. I’m lucky if I see him once a year. And I’m lucky he’s my big brother.
Originally published on November 26, 2007
15 comments
As someone who has little to no relationship with her brother, I love that you can celebrate your brother and your relationship with him. Also, okay, you know how much I love the fair and the food, so truthfully, I’m a little jealous of his job and would like to hear more. I bet he’s seen and done so many things and met so many people.
Oh, after the fair this year- did I tell you about Ed at the mini bumper cars? I was SO intrigued by him, talked to him every day we were there… I was so interested in that life. We’d walk to our car at night and I’d try to sneak a peek into the trailer windows. Wondering what that life is like. Would be cool if your brother blogged… we all have something in us that would love to live like that.
Steph
PS Happy Birthday to him.
Steph
such a sweet tribute…sibling relationships are truly special/one-of-a-kind. i have a close friendship with my brother as well and know that “i’ll kick your a%$ if you mess with him” feeling well. thanks for reminding me how important that connection is…
Every year that the fair comes, I think of your brother and how happy it makes him. So I hope he had a wonderful birthday doing what he loves.
You truly are a wonderful sister.
From someone who has a parent in a mental institution, I feel for you when it comes to “hiding them from the world”, because while there might be a one liner or a thousand to describe them, they’re family. They’re blood. And I’ll punch someone if they think they “know”.
Enjoy the blood you have….. And remember, friends are the family you can choose.
sarah, i love this so much. i love the way your brother sees life. and i love the way you see your brother. i love hearing people’s stories. i LONG for them, but at the same time try to find a balance of appearing like a nosey, crazy person. i TRY to get the carnies to talk to me. i try to look at them, smile at them, thank them for helping my children…..simply because i appreciate them and i’m intrigued by them and their story.
oh, if we could all live like him….loving just being happy and making other people happy. without all the crap of material things, connotations, status and power.
THANK YOU for sharing this. happy birthday to your brother.
Not all of us are cut out for “normal” life. That is way to constraining. I love that you have such a great understanding of him.
I think he sounds like he is doing what we all strive to be doing–work that we love, and the fearlessness to do it. Your brother is way cool.
I know just who Steph is speaking of and that man was working so hard and loving it. I think that traveling like that would be cool, a d I am glad you are open to loving him and appreciating him for who he is.
Jen
Sarah, this post was so beautiful. Really. I think the love and understanding you have for your brother is truly amazing and he is SO lucky to have you. So lucky. The video is wonderful. I love, love, LOVE that song so much, and I enjoyed the peek into your brother’s (and your) childhood. Your mom did an outstanding job putting it together!!
I miss you. And Asher. Heck, I miss all of my NWI hookers.
I love it that you back-handed the mean kid.
And I love how you love your brother. Happy Birthday to him.
This is so special. I love it. I remember a few years ago your brother posted on your moms blog. I think he shared some pics of the rides. It was good. I can see your brother there in the sweet face of your son. What a great sister you are.
as the one my sibling hides (as in we went to the same college and no one knew we were related unless I admitted it), this is a cool post
Such a beautiful tribute to your brother. Thank you for sharing it.
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