Proud of him...

Well today it finally happened. My middle brother, who is 2 years younger than me hit his rock bottom. He has had addiction issues for many years. They have seemed to have gotten a lot worse in the last year since my Grandma was sick and passed away. Today he showed up at my second parent's home *my Aunt and Uncle* crying his eyes out and admitted that he needed help. Our family has attempted to get him help many times before but he has never been willing to accept it. Today he asked. He's been so stubborn in asking for help that he would rather not eat than ask for money for food. I've been worried about him for a week or so and have not been able to get ahold of him. He was homeless, hungry and struggling with his addiction. Today my Aunt got up in the night and drove him to a place where he will detox for 3 days and then will be in inpatient rehab and a halfway house. He will be able to stay there for up to a year. I've never in my life been more proud of someone. He's finally going to be the person that I knew he always could be. An uncle my son can look up to. Someone that I have always been and will always be proud to call my brother. You will never read this Timmy John but I need you to know. Today you are my hero. Today is the first step in starting a life that is going to help you. It's not going to be an easy journey but you will get there. Good luck little bro. I'll see you soon!