The Hands

That hold you back and push you forward

Photo by agus prianto on Unsplash

When I put my hand on my little brother Sam’s shoulder on that summer day, he was six years old. I was fifteen. Back in the 1980s, every day of the summer break was an “Into the Wild Day”. Well, for the kids in our village, it was “Into the River Day”. One of the crazy things we did was rock diving. The rock was 30 feet or so high. We climbed to its top. Then one by one, we…