For my adult life, I have moved around every couple of years,
starting over in each place. With new environments, came a new job, new
colleagues, new friends, and new routines. I have enjoyed and welcomed the
challenges associated starting over every couple of years. Constantly moving
has consequences however, I didn’t realize until more recently.
For me, the greatest consequence of this life style is a
weak sense of belonging and a lack of strong relationships. While I work every day
with some of the greatest people in the country, my relationships have been
mostly superficial and had an end-date marked by another move. As my life has
been upended lately, overturned even, I’ve felt limited on the number of people
I can talk to about what is going on in my life. I haven’t had good sounding
boards for my frustrations in life with work or family. I have found myself
largely trying to “figure it out” on my own.
The more I’ve become involved in a particular Veterans’
Group, the more I’ve seen and felt the value in brotherhood and deep relationships
outside my immediate family. In this group, we call each other “brother,” and
we say “I love you,” a lot. This a group of grown men, not unlike any other
group of men, but focused on each other. We are focused on the brotherhood and
on other veterans that may need help. Below I discuss the three biggest parts
of that brotherhood and how it adds value to my life.
Brotherhood gives a sense of Family. We call each other “brother,”
and that word has meaning. We aren’t friends, we aren’t buddies, we are
brothers. We look out for each other as though we are related. We may never
have met if not for the club, but we are now family. We do things for each
other we wouldn’t do for anyone else. We are willing, God forbid the necessity,
to take up arms for each other if the call comes and fight whatever enemies the
world throws our way. Many of those enemies aren’t physical, but demons deep in
our psyche. We fight the demons together. We are a tribe, a brotherhood,
brothers.
Brotherhood provides release; an outlet for life’s problems.
It is a safe place where I can vent my frustrations, do some shit-talking, and
unwind with a drink (or two) in a safe place with good company. My brothers are
there for me regardless. If I call, anytime of day, they will answer the phone
and listen to me. I give them the same respect and dedication. Often times when
we get together, we just do “manly-stuff.” We start bonfires, drink plenty of
beer, talk shit, wrestle, throw knives or hatchets at trees, all the stuff we
used to want to do when we were boys growing up. We do these things without
judgement and without care because we aren’t going to let anyone do anything
stupid and there isn’t anyone else around to cause problems. It is a controlled
environment, a group of men that others won’t approach without caution, and it
gives us a safe place to be ourselves.
Brotherhood is about growth. My brothers give me honest feedback
on my thoughts and ideas and where I’m taking my life. They give me tough love
without expectation except to get my shit straight and not do wrong by the
group. I’ve found honest feedback from people that care about me is one of the
most important things I can have in life. Often times, the people we call
friends will tell us what we want to hear or are so empathetic to our cause
they miss the obvious holes in our plans or won’t bring them up because they
want to “be supportive.” Being a part of a brotherhood is different however. We
look for the holes in each other's plans and offer constructive criticisms. We
bluntly tell each other when we think we are making mistakes or heading down a
path that will lead to issues. We support each other, but we challenge each
brother to make better decisions and strive for things that matter, not things
that are expedient or pleasurable.
This tribe, this brotherhood is probably rare among most
men. I think brotherhood is something many men are missing in their lives. It could
be the difference between a downward spiral in life and productivity, the
difference between life and death.
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