Actions Speak Louder Than Words
It was October 25, 2001 at about 10:00 at night. I was at the hospital, about 4 and a half years old with my father and older brother. I remember being filled with excitement when we were finally allowed to see my mother after 8 long grueling hours. We stepped into the hospital room and saw first sight of the new little one that was now a part of our complete family. He was so chubby and peaceful looking, and had soft, shiny red hair with deep blue eyes.
I was instantly in love with that little boy. That day had marked the beginning of our long and still continuing journey as brother and sister. I could not wait to see and take part in the person he would become right before my eyes. My little brother is very kindhearted, loyal to a fault, and his genuine personality has helped to setup the tight bond that we have today.
The kindheartedness in my little brother is one of his stand out qualities, everyone notices it and it is one of the many things I admire about him. One day during spring break my little brother was over at his best friend, Connor’s house, and they were going to go roller-skating, I remember Colin being so excited to go and hang out with his best friend. A couple hours after we had dropped Colin off, our house phone began to ring. My mom answered and I could instantly sense the nervous energy in her voice and that something was terribly wrong.
After she hung up she hurried into the living room and I dreaded the next words that came out of her mouth, “Hurry up and get ready, Colin’s been in a bad wreck.” The worst thoughts began to swim through my mind of what the situation had to entail. As we ran into the car, I started asking my mom questions about all that she knew that had happened.
She didn’t know how bad everyone was hurt, she just knew that someone had to be airlifted and that meant bad head trauma caused by a severe wreck. It just made everything so much worse and I could not stop thinking the impossible thoughts that entered my mind. We kept calling the hospital to see if we could try and talk to Colin because he had no one there. He was all alone, scared as scared could be, and hurt however bad he was hurt.
That feeling of knowing that someone I love, and was so close and dear to me, was in intense pain all by himself with no familiar face to help him through it, was the worst feeling in the world. I remember my mom started to cry because she felt for my little brother, and that’s when it hit me hard.
My mother is a nurse and works at Conroe Regional, where my little brother was at, so she called one of her nurse friends to go down to the E.R. to just hold his hand and be there for him while we were on our way. As soon as we stepped in to the room, we saw he had blood all in his head and scrapes and bruises everywhere.
He was crying and had the most miserable pitiful look in his face as the nurses and doctors were cleaning his wounds and giving him all kinds of shots to fix him up. Every time he cried, I was right beside him crying too. I remember feeling scared for him and just wishing I could take his place somehow so he didn’t have to suffer through the obvious pain. But even after seeing all the pain and shock he was in, the first thing he asked us as we walked in was, “Is everyone else okay? Where are they?
Are they going to be alright?” That was the first thoughts on his mind, his kindheartedness had gleamed through and been admired by everyone in the room. He had head lacerations and scrapes and bruises, Connor had a concussion and head trauma, Connor’s mom and little sister got through the wreck with barely a scratch.
The car was totaled and it was a wonder no one died, the person that hit them, hit and run, they just left them there. The wreck made me realize how precious life really is and how something you love so dearly can be so easily taken away from you.
Colin is the most loyal person I have ever met. Loyalty may just be a seven letter word but the actions he does proving the meaning of that word is of far greater means. If anyone starts talking bad about someone he loves he will just leave the room because he refuses to say anything about it, much less hear it.
He is so loyal that even when someone is doing him wrong he still sticks by their side and just lets it happen. I guess you could say he outright lets people take advantage of him and manipulate him, because he wants them to be happy and because he loves them dearly and refuses to see the bad in them. After the wreck, Connor was not able to go to school for a couple weeks because of his head trauma, and he was behind on his work.
Colin insisted on visiting Connor at least 4 or 5 days out of a week to check on his best friend and to make sure he was doing alright, and to bring him his school work. He would help him with absolutely anything Connor asked, whether it being school work, or helping fix some of his favorite meals or snacks. I really do admire his loyalty, it shows the true kind of person he really is and that is not a quality I see in most people.
Colin’s personality is one of the most genuine I know. He is so sweet and nice and tries to do right by everyone. My little brother has helped me grow as a person just as much as I have helped him. He may be trying to copy my every move and look up to me as my parents say he does, but I look up to him too.
The kind of person that he has become is one of the most pure and genuine I have ever met. This may all sound biased because I adore my little brother, but he is truly a great person on the inside and it shows through to everyone.
I’m not saying he’s perfect, but he sure is special and I couldn’t ever appreciate that little rascal enough. I’m so glad to have a little brother like him in my life, he has made my life better with the close connection we have. His qualities are true-hearted and are seen by the actions he carries out. Actions speak louder than words, and this is surely the case with him.