1969. Bobby Scott and Bob Russell penned and recorded the popular ballad “He Ain’t Heavy, He’s My Brother” (I was always told “Ain’t” ain’t a word and ya ain’t supposed to say it. I suppose song lyrics are exempt from this long standing law of grammar and so the grammar police have kept their distance). For a long time I never understood this phrase. What does that mean – He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother? That just doesn’t make any sense. So, I set about finding out what it meant. I liked the explanation best found in Wikipedia:
“It was also reported through the media of the time that the song was written by a Vietnam veteran. He and his company were approaching a town after it had been bombed. A little boy was carrying the dead body of a younger boy away from the burning village. One of the soldiers asked the boy if the dead child was heavy. The child responded, ‘He’s not heavy, he’s my brother.'”
Since the above did not have a citation, its veracity is questionable. I still like it. The origin of the title is varied and interesting. Check it out on Wikipedia if you want to know more (and for the record, I did donate to the Wikipedia foundation during the last fundraiser. You should as well. Seriously. Shut up and do it.)
1969 was also the year my brother was born. If fact, it was on the eave of the Summer of 69′. Those who know the song that bears that title, know it was recorded by Brian Adams in 1984 (if not, you do now). 1984 was a very significant year for me in many ways and remains so today. However, my point here is that 1969 was the year my bother was born. Summer of 69 (and some say it was the summer of love but technically it was not – that was 67) was recorded in 1984. 1984 is also a famous and brilliant novel by author George Orwell. DO YOU SEE HOW THINGS ARE CONNECTED! AMAZING!
(Yes I am a fan of Archer. Thank you FX, writers, actors, and animators for putting together some the most side splitting funny on TV. If there was ever a time I was granted to sit in on a writing or reading session of Archer, my life would be complete) Many decades later my brother decided he wanted to change his life. He wanted to be a better person. He wanted to gain a perspective on life he hadn’t before. (If my brother is reading this, please know this is the limited perspective I have on it. I could be wrong and he may very well tell you different). He enrolled himself in a program to this end. It is called Great Life. Many have gone before him and raved how “great” it was. I’ve never taken it before but I understand it provides an “awakening” of sorts within you through some intense workshops that last all day long. I had a friend tell me the other day this sounded like a “come to Jesus” meeting reminiscent of a tent revival. I wouldn’t go that far and besides I don’t think religion had any part of the workshops. Still, I understand his misgivings. I didn’t know my brother was doing this until he showed up one morning proclaiming he was completing a phase of this workshop that evening. He said it changed his life. He learned things about himself he did not know were there. He also asked me, “How did you figure all this out on your own?” I have no answer to that other than “I just did”. Perhaps I was forced to or secretly wanted an understanding more than I realized. I also feel I did not do it on my own. I had a lot of help, just not the help my brother had. I asked him if he would like support that evening because…well…it sucks to be alone. I was welcome to join and ended up bringing his son and daughter along as well.
That evening we entered the room when prompted to do so. The “graduates” were dressed in formal attire and lined the walls. Their eyes shut tight. I will admit it was odd to be standing (staring) in front of my brother with his eyes closed. It was like watching him sleep. When he opened his eyes he proclaimed something about himself and expressed his love for each of us. The words are personal so I will not publish them. The words though, were words I never expected my brother to say. They nearly moved me to tears. It felt genuine. He was “awake”. The rest of the program was filled with a few things the students wanted to share. A song. A poem. Things that I’m sure took a hefty dose of courage for them to pull off in front of complete strangers. I’ve sung a solo in front of several hundred people before. It’s nervous business. I applaud their efforts.
There was a lot of love in the room that night. Genuine love. It was beautiful. My brother had changed and he felt awake. He looked “awake”. At its core, is love. I believe it really is as simple as love. I had an experience several years ago that changed my life as well. At the core was love. It really is as simple as that. What is complex, however, is maintaining that love the rest of your life. It takes work and a firm resolve to live in such a way that you have a surplus of love not only for yourself but for others. I’m thrilled when people “Get it”. I’m even more thrilled if they maintain it. I have two brothers and I love them both. They are so very different from each other as I am from them.
My brother. He is heavy and I can’t carry him (He can’t carry me either – let’s be realistic folks). He’s still my brother and that’s OK. I love him (Disclaimer: I may still fight with my brothers and they with me. It could happen. We are, after all, brothers. That’s what brothers do.)
(I struggled whether this post really belonged here. This blog is about professional and personal pursuits. This would be filed under a personal pursuit. It falls under the quest of being a better person, living an authentic life and pursing what that really means. I haven’t the slightest idea if my other brother reads this, but if he does he should know that I am planning one about him. Of course I’ll get his permission first. BTW – he looks nothing like the brother you see in the picture to the left. Should be fun.)