WriteRight4Life, LLC: The Games Played Divided Us

Gerry Mane turned every opportunity into a competition, especially with his younger brother, Calhoun. In just a few months, Gerry would graduate from high school and join the Air Force, making the chip on his shoulder even larger. When Gerry challenged Calhoun to a race around the block in opposite directions, he sprinted off without giving his brother a fair start. Calhoun sped off seconds after Gerry reached the first corner.

Gerry’s ego kept him jogging at a quick pace, while Calhoun ran at full speed to catch up, eager to make up for the unfair start Gerry had given. When the two boys reached the halfway point, Calhoun passed Gerry with a smile on his face. Realizing his little brother had caught up, Gerry ran faster than he ever had before. The two boys stopped just in front of their house on Leaman Street. Neither was a top athlete in Xenia, Ohio, but they both shared a competitive Spirit. Even though Calhoun lost the race, he never gloated as much as his older brother.

Some of the games between Gerry and Calhoun led to blows, as fistfights between brothers were common in the neighborhood. Gerry went easy on Calhoun until they both grew taller during the summer of 1984. Gerry was barely an inch taller than his brother, but Calhoun was the most flexible kid on the block.

Comradery and competitiveness made my brother and me share in various games. He challenged me, and I did my best. Read about the closeness that led us to separate, and such events forced me into homelessness at the age of fourteen.

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