Life of Pride
Monday, May 30, 2005
It is time for me to describe my brother's wedding. As always, when I start to communicate anything, I feel my own inadequacy. I could write a book or at least a novelette about the last week, describing people and interactions and why I reacted the way I did to events. But I will write what I can, knowing how little I will actually say.
During these last five years, my oldest brother, Joe, began to get serious about Naomi Bisagno, a shy half-Asian girl from California who is obsessed with horses and has a unique sense of humor. He had met her online when he was 15, in an IRC (Internet Relay Chat) chat room called #teens4jesus on DAL-net, for which he was a sysop (system operator). The first thing the rest of us knew about this was when Joe called my mom and announced he was spending his spring break with Naomi in California. Naturally, we were all a bit worried, and were more than a bit taken aback. Magda and I weren't too shocked, because we'd seen them flirting on IRC for years. Still, I was a little wary.
The first time I met Naomi was spring break of sophomore year, in which I spent the entire time down in my "cave" (basement study area) reading seven books about Incas and memorizing hundreds of dates for Dr. Vanderpoel's Western World II class. I was resentful at Naomi for taking away my favorite brother, since I never got to talk to either him or Naomi seriously. They were always giggling together.
Last summer, Joe had finished his third year at the USCGA, and Naomi had done some struggling of her own at junior college in CA, trying to get into UCA. They were both a little more sober, a little easier to talk to. We made a road trip to KY for a model horse festival (see last summer in this blog), and we had some good conversations about God and life. I began to see Naomi as a vulnerable person, much more shy than myself, who was scared of my mother and generally still unsure about life. I also saw that my brother was growing up...
...and that's all I have time to write right now. I may add more tomorrow. I may not. As for now, I need to go work for an hour or so proofreading my grandfather's translation of an Italian philosopher. Sayonara, muchachos.
During these last five years, my oldest brother, Joe, began to get serious about Naomi Bisagno, a shy half-Asian girl from California who is obsessed with horses and has a unique sense of humor. He had met her online when he was 15, in an IRC (Internet Relay Chat) chat room called #teens4jesus on DAL-net, for which he was a sysop (system operator). The first thing the rest of us knew about this was when Joe called my mom and announced he was spending his spring break with Naomi in California. Naturally, we were all a bit worried, and were more than a bit taken aback. Magda and I weren't too shocked, because we'd seen them flirting on IRC for years. Still, I was a little wary.
The first time I met Naomi was spring break of sophomore year, in which I spent the entire time down in my "cave" (basement study area) reading seven books about Incas and memorizing hundreds of dates for Dr. Vanderpoel's Western World II class. I was resentful at Naomi for taking away my favorite brother, since I never got to talk to either him or Naomi seriously. They were always giggling together.
Last summer, Joe had finished his third year at the USCGA, and Naomi had done some struggling of her own at junior college in CA, trying to get into UCA. They were both a little more sober, a little easier to talk to. We made a road trip to KY for a model horse festival (see last summer in this blog), and we had some good conversations about God and life. I began to see Naomi as a vulnerable person, much more shy than myself, who was scared of my mother and generally still unsure about life. I also saw that my brother was growing up...
...and that's all I have time to write right now. I may add more tomorrow. I may not. As for now, I need to go work for an hour or so proofreading my grandfather's translation of an Italian philosopher. Sayonara, muchachos.
Comments:
My family can read this if they want. My sister does fairly frequently. And I've talked with my brother and Naomi about all my concerns more than once. Everything here has a happy ending, or I wouldn't be posting it. :)
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