Many of you in the teen forum saw the "Pride for LCBS" poem by Kevin, my brother, well here is a little prose about my sister, she needs to be recognized(Im not the greatest write so Im sorry in advance):
It was always complicated, being almost a decade younger than my sister. I followed her constantly, never wanting to miss out on anything, sacrificing the comfort of my mothers lap for the warmth of my sister’s smile. However, as I worked my way through growing pains and training wheels, Kate made her way through High School, and such different worlds we lived in. Lost in a world, of drugs, screwed up friends failing grades, alcohol, raging hormones, and a poor self image, Kate seemed to lose touch of reality, and I seemed to lose touch of her. This little girl who used to sing me to sleep, who used to hold me when I was scared, this was not my true sister. When I saw her, she would be in her room, door locked, blaring music that scared me with its violent lyrics. She spoke to us only when fighting, and every word seemed to bring another tear to my mothers eye, and a wrinkle to my fathers face. I was hurt, that my own sister, once so full of love for me, could betray me like this, could wound my family as she did. I despised my sister when she left for college. When she left, I cried, for I knew I would never know the real Kate again.. For weeks at a time we did not talk, however I began to notice little changes in my sister. Once again her eyes twinkled, and her smile shone bright in my direction. She began calling everyday to see how I was, what I was up to. She started buying little gifts, just because she loved me. She studied harder, starting working full time, paid her way through college. She has the greatest friends she could ask for, and she is graduating with a 4.0 from an ivy league school, my sister turned her life around. My sister is my idol, and I could not ask for a better one. It is not everyday that someone can put their life back on track, and it is certainly not everyday where someone as young as 22 can gain the respect and admiration of her teenage sister. Kate made the mistakes so I did not have to, Kate knows what I am going through, and she can relate to the feelings I have. Kate is the one I go to when tears stain my cheeks and when my heart needs to be put back together. Kate is the girl who has everything, intelligence, unbelievable beauty, a great sense of humor, and the kindest heart I've ever known. Kate is the greatest sister, greatest friend, and greatest woman I could ever know. Kate is truly the reason why we have a National Women’s Month….
[This message has been edited by LCBS (03-08-2002 08:38 PM).]