3 Surprising Lessons My 19-Year-Old Brother Has Taught Me
I never thought I would write about things my little brother has taught me. He is after all, 19 years of age. But when you leave your older-sister pride at the door — right next to where he leaves his footy boots and smelly socks — turns out you can learn a lot from your smaller sibling . . .
Jack is the kind of guy who would give you the shirt off his back (even if it was a new one mum bought him). He's the guy who always includes the odd one out. He is humble when he shouldn't be. And despite not ever having what I would call a real job, is the hardest worker I know (I know, mind blowing. I'll circle back on this.)
For a long time I've sort of dismissed him as my incredibly talented, down to earth little brother. But as he prepares to move to Melbourne to pursue his rugby career, and as I look back at how he got himself to this point, I can't help but admire him. In fact, I actually look up to him.
Below are three lessons Jack has unknowingly taught me.