My sister and I have a lot in common. We have the same
parents. We were brought up in the same house; the same small town in
Connecticut. We went through the same public school system and had most of the
same teachers. We have the same older brother. As adults we are both married;
our children have four legs and fur. Though in addition to two cats, she has a
dog.
In many ways we are alike. A sense of humor that allows us
to laugh at ourselves and the absurdity of the world around us. We choose to
live in the present, and we love with all our heart. But in the many ways we
are alike, we are also different.
My sister has a strength about her that I find fascinating. The intensity of her convictions permeates all that she does. If she loves you, she loves strong and deep. There is nothing she would not do for you. I suspect that one of her top strengths is “belief”[i] because she is family-oriented and values responsibility along with a high level of ethical conviction. Both in herself and for others.
She is the one to step up and take charge. As things fall
apart around me I am the one who wants to run and hide. She is the one to evaluate
the situation and hand out duties. She amazes me with her skill and
determination. She will organize chaos by looking around and assigning tasks. And
she’s not too proud to tell me when she needs help.
I am sure that if you ask her she will tell you that I have
strengths that she admires. I guess that is why we make such a good team. I can
rely on her and she knows I will do the best I can for her. I am fortunate. Forever,
I will know the strength of my sister.
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