My Brother (PART 2)

My brother has had several important stages in his life, him being a passionate but non perseverant man. When he likes something he will pursue that something with all his might but after a few months he quits and takes on a new passion. When he was little he loved bugs and animals in general. He loved fishing and doing things with my dad. Everybody thought he was directed in life towards something of that field. In his early teens he was a regular young man who had his friends and began going out with girls and started drinking and smoking I believe. At age 15 something radical happened. He decided to join this Christian community of some Peruan men who took him in. They went to retreats everywhere and he began cultivating a new passion, reading. He read night and day but not only the bible but philosophers and classics. His passion got up to a point where he was flunking most classes in school. This wasn’t as important as the news he gave us one night when he told us that he wanted to be a priest. We were all shocked but being a Catholic family we were not mad or anything. We were just concerned because of his well being. These men of the community had gotten that idea into his head and other crazy concepts too. He couldn’t look at women directly at their eyes but had to do so at their forehead. He lost all his friends, wasn’t passing school and his life was upside down. All of these factors made him explode on the inside and turn into something else. By the way, during that 2 year period when he was a religious man, things at home weren’t going as well. We kept on fighting as usual or even worse. You couldn’t talk to him because he was a wiseass who knew everything and corrected you as you were speaking. Anyway, the day came when he could keep that charade on for much longer. Becoming a priest is a calling from God, not from some fanatics who conscribed him as if he were going into military service. From one day to another he became the complete opposite and we suffered the consequences. He felt he had lost those 2 years in his life and had to do anything to get them back. He became a party animal and a destroyer of our family’s name. He didn’t ask for our help but decided to ruin his life by himself. This transition was made in the summer when he passed 11th grade and was about to enter 12th. Those vacations were dreadful because the boy had to party every single night, even if we were in city we had never been in. We were doing a trip to Cartagena by car stopping 2 or three days in the cities on the way and on the way back. Each day he escaped and the lies kept getting bigger and bigger until the point in which we were about to send him back to Bogota alone.