I am my brother’s keeper.

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Just remembering this hot August evening four years ago. A night where, like I often do when watching basketball or convention speeches, I pulled my chair very close to the tv, curled up and tucked my toes under my tshirt, and watched. Closely. And …then I stood up and clapped. And just like tonight, Russ is the only one to watch the clapping and the tears, and the hope in my heart get just a little bit bigger.

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