To Champion The Underdog — Finale

To champion an underdog is to teach straw how to spin itself into gold. The best part of championing — indeed, the only good part — is seeing all your hard work come to fruition.

Recently, I sat up with my brother, late into the night, helping him with an English paper. I wanted to write his paper for him. I wanted to feed him the answers. I kept trying to swoop in and save him from all his years of bad teachers who had no patience and never bothered to show him how to actually write.

Over and over again throughout the night, he kept telling me to stop. He kept telling me he wanted to figure it out on his own, write his own sentences, use his own thoughts. He had never done that before. He had never been so focused on his work or so determined to do it on his own.

It wasn’t just the incident with the English paper. My brother found a job. He continues with his therapy. He is only two classes away from transferring to a four-year university. He finally cut our mother out of his life. What my brother was before is not what he is anymore. My brother finally learned to spin himself into gold.

I must say, dear Reader, that it’s rare for me to be rendered useless. I’m not really sure where to go or what to do now, but if you are tired or weak, crippled or frayed, please gather around so I can champion for you.

I don’t know how to be any other way.