THE MOMENT MY BROTHER SAVED ME
Men’s work says: no one is coming to save you.
But sometimes... someone does.
Sophomore year of college, middle of winter, my heat went out.
I was depressed. Frozen. Couldn’t move.
And then, out of nowhere, my brother showed up — fifteen years older, from another state.
He walked in laughing, found the pilot light, and relit it.
The house warmed.
But so did I.
That day still cracks me open. Because yes, men need responsibility.
But sometimes we need rescue too.
Not rescue from life, but rescue back to life.
Call it grace. Call it love. Call it the universe showing up in steel-toed boots.
Even the strongest man began helpless and will end helpless.
In between, if we’re lucky, we get moments like this —
when someone reminds us that we were never alone in the first place.