#tbt a happy story

My last "Throwback Thursday" story was kind of sad.  Well, it wasn't just sad.  It was downright depressing.

Today, I thought I'd share a happier memory because for every sad and depressing weight related put down story, I have a thousand other bright and cheerful ones.

This one has to do with my brother Jack.  I was probably in the second or third grade which meant that he couldn't have been much older than five or six.  We were walking down the street to our friends' house and he casually said, "Megan, if you fell down and cracked your head, I would pick up the pieces and bring them home to Mom so she could put them back together again."

It was one of those overwhelmingly kind statements that was so nice that I didn't know what to say so I told him that it was impossible for Mom to glue together broken skull fragments and he shrugged his shoulders and we walked on.

Several years later, I learned that it was indeed possible as Jack was the only family member I had living near me the day that my life felt as though it had been shattered.  I cried to him that I would never be happy again and he helped me pick up the pieces of my broken heart until I returned home to the security of my loving family who glued me back together again.

I guess he's alright.