Today, my little brother will be embarking on a major surgery. For the first time that he can remember, he will be going under anesthesia.
I’m so proud of him for being so calm during this whole thing. He has matured so much since even a few months ago. “Going under” is a scary thing and he isn’t scared in the least.
While he is losing a few wisdom teeth, five to be exact, he will be gaining actual wisdom by going through this experience. When getting wisdom teeth out, you are at the mercy of the surgeon, the nurses, and whoever has volunteered to drive you home. He’ll gain so much from this.
I know I did.
I learned to rely on others when I need help, and to trust people when they say they are doing things for my own good. Typing that now, an reading it back in my head makes that sound kind of creepy, but it isn’t really.
Trust is something humans need in order to survive. That’s something I’ve come to learn in my many, many moons, 17 years.
Gaining someone’s trust and in turn, totally trusting them is one of the best feelings in the world, because it’s an honest feeling. It’s something that all people have in common. In that sense, it’s a primal feeling, and those feelings are the best.
Losing someone’s trust has to be one of the worst feelings in the world. It means that at some point, you either lied to the person who once trusted you, or you took advantage of their trust.
I can only hope that my little brother will learn as much from this experience as I did, but all the same, I’m sure that no matter what, he’ll come out of this a better person.