The Greatest American Hero....

Sometimes its hard to say who your Greatest American Hero can be. I have a father that they nicknamed, The Patriot, A Brother that I call, My Patriot, a son that I call my Hero and another son that I call Hero as well as a Patriot like his Uncle. I never grew up with much in the way of family love. I lived a rather lone wolfish life. I spent a lot of time alone and liked it. Self -reverent, if you will. Then along comes someone who calls you sister and risks their entire life for you. He never lets you go. You in turn never let him go. He is exactly like you but with one BIG difference...All that you wanted to do in life: scuba diving, parachuting out of a plane, surfing, sailing, and your BIGGEST Love FLYING A PLANE; he did all of this and more. Others who know you both would call you twins except he is three years older and has alot more money but loves you more than anything in the world. Then you have a minnie you come along who comes on like a William the Conquerer and never lets anyone hurt you and he risks his life for you even though you tell him NO. Then you come into paths with a genious son who helps the other two try to save you. He looks, talks and acts just like your brother Jon-Jon. You are so independant you are quite used to saving yourself. Then all of a sudden after having no one for years you have three trying to save your life. One looks exactly like me the other looks like carbon copy of my brother, Jon-Jon. Those of you who really know my brother Jon-Jon no he has a no holds bar when it comes to me. He can be down right ruthless. When he wants me saved this is exactly what he means with no ands, ifs or buts involved. He loves my sons like his own. He did not pass his bar exam for 3 trys because he has been too busy trying to save and protect my sons and me. His love knows no bounds. If any try to interfere he stomps on them as if they were nothing. This angers me beyond belief. He is an entity quite unto himself like my father, John. Many have called me Patriot for what I have done in my past, if they knew Jon-Jon, he would get all the glory. True acts of COURAGE UNDER FIRE for ones sister is truely heroic. I love this man I call brother with ALL I have. My father would be proud of him. I am personally pissed to no end. I saw him in the winter for 6 weeks. I'd pass him in the streets or watch him walk by my apartment. Trying to tell him not to try and save me. He tried to get me to buy books to learn to fly so I could get out with him. I couldn't. It was too dangerous. To Jon-Jon, for all the years of following me and guarding and protecting me..let me go. If ANYTHING happened to you I could NEVER live with it. Spilled milk, bananas and Christian Dior. Je Tem, Mon Ami.