The hero in my life would have to be my brother. His name is Ryan and he is twenty eight years old , he's married and has a cute little baby girl named Breanna. He lives in Arlington, Texas and partly owns a golf course and is in the process of getting his PGA card to become a pro golfer. My brother is my hero because of a number of reasons such as: he's helpful, fun, I can trust him with just about anything, he knows about things, but I only have limited time with him and we do have some differences.
             Ryan is helpful in ways on how to deal with my problems. He says he had the same ones so I should listen to him about those kind of things. He helps me out when I have problems with my mom or dad, or when I have problems with friends or girlfriends, ECT. Ryan gives me great advise on some things to.
             Ryan is a fun person to be with, when ever he visits. When he's here all we do is chill and have fun doin things together since we don't see a lot of each other. He always has something for us to do like go to the drag strip, got to the malls in Atlanta or Columbia , go out to eat, ECT. Ryan is just a guy who always has something to do and is fun to be around with.
             Although because Ryan lives in Texas its hard to see him often. He has a family and a job, and sometimes those things just have to come first. But we do see him during the holidays sometimes and during the summer. He always calls to check up on us and see how were doin and if there's anything wrong. When he does come to visit he brings Breanna down with him so we can all see her and she can see her grandparents and me.
             Even though my brother and I are related and like hanging around each other we do have our differences, and didn't get along in the past. I think its because we didn't live with each other long and when we did I think maybe he felt like he was losing attention form my parents and maybe I annoyed him a litt...