so how was it, the exam. just me short of asking him, will you pass. yet, my brother knew me all too well. yes, i will pass. he responded. delivered with an eerie sense of certainty. that reassured me somewhat. my youngest brother, a soon-to-be lawyer. he smiled, and in an attempt at humor said, i'm disappointed with how i did. fishing out for a curious "why is that," which i obligingly asked. "because i won't surely take the top spot" he responded with a familiar grin. then added, "perhaps I'll grab the sixth or seventh. no big deal". that last line i immediately dismissed as bragging. just his way of taking the stress of the exam off his system. so we went out with the family for a pig out celebrating the end of my brother's 6-month ordeal preparing for and taking the bar exam. what i and the entire family didn't know though was we're in for a huge surprise the minute the results were announced four months later.
i was in the middle of sleep when a phone rung waking me up. phone clock said 12:30 pm. I picked it up, saw lex, my brother, was the one calling. "hello," i said over the cheering voices in the background. "lab nailed it, got 7th!." "Holy F," was what i afforded to say. dumbfounded. goosebumps manifesting all over my body. after talking to him i dialed my brother's number. "kuy?" he answered, obviously expecting me. "i am disappointed of you," i started, "why the hell not grab the 6th and just settled for the 7th?" I asked, trying to sound serious. "I apoligize he said, I did my best" trying too hard to suppress his jubilant emotion. then we laughed. i congratulated him. my brother, he passed the bar, grabbed 7th place, lawyer at 25. then it dawned on me. our conversation. how he said he might land the 6th or the 7th. reminded me of the dick line, it ain't bragging if you can back it up. he's one bad ass, to say the least.
