Home has been a big part of my prayer recently for a few big reasons; my brother was seriously ill earlier this month, I accepted a job way too far away from Schenectady, and I was just able to spend a week home for my boy Marky Marks wedding.
Earlier this month my bro got really sick. Honestly it was really scary for our entire family. It made me reflect on a lot of things. First, my relationship with my bro. I have always loved him, but we never go out of our way to build our relationship. But as kid I looked up to him, I loved playing sports with him and he toughened me up taught me to be strong and play hard. I love sports and don't think i would in the same way without my bro. Another thing he gave me was a love for the Knicks. When I was real small a friend of mine loved the Bulls and we were watching a game when my bro came in and said he liked the Knicks better. From that moment on i obsessed over the Knicks and played basketball everyday. When I found out he was in the hospital I felt closer to him when I would go shoot around and think and pray for my brother. I love sports a lot. Why? Because it's part of how i love my bro and my dad for that matter. Its part of what makes me feel at home.