When we were younger, I almost died laughing when we were at the beach.
I often heard how jocks kick sand into the face of the underdog, but I had never seen it done.
As much as I felt bad for my brother, I still had to laugh. Shortly after that, my brother started weightlifting. He said he was never going to allow anyone to kick sand in his face again. He is admitting what happened, sent me into a fit of giggles all over, and made him even more resolute about weightlifting. Three weeks after he started his weightlifting program, I went off to college, and even though we were twins, we chose to go to different colleges. By the time Christmas rolled around, I had forgotten about his adventure in weightlifting. I put him so far out of mind that I forget to tell my best friend, who came home for Christmas with me, anything about him. We had a quiet evening with my parents on the first day, but my brother arrived home the following day. I thought my girlfriend’s eyes were going to pop out of her head when she saw my brother. She elbowed me in the side and whispered about him being a total hunk, and she wanted to know why I was hiding him. Little did she know that I barely recognized my brother. Although it has only been four months since I saw him, I realized that weightlifting had changed not just his body, but it had changed his whole attitude about how he felt about himself.