In the Beginning

In the beginning there was Tom. Tom was born to Beth and Joe who by all accounts and purposes seemed to be the normal mother and father of the lower middle class home. Tom was not the first, however. Before him came Bob, because, believe it or not, there was a beginning before Tom and so it is with every human being. Bob was bigger and stronger. For every toy Tom could carry, Bob could carry two to three (depending on the size of the toy). Now Bob could have used his strength and size against Tom to make him obey his every command or simply for a good laugh. However, for every ounce of strength Bob possessed physically, it seemed his heart was gallons stronger. He used his great might to feed Tom and shoo away bugs and carry his lunch box. Thus, Bob would become the protector of Tom, a gift for which Tom would be forever grateful. 

After Tom there was another beginning. This one belonged to Jim. Jim was a wild one. He bit and screamed and kicked and laughed and spilled and ran and fell and bled. His reserve of energy seemed never ending and his curiosity went unmatched. But under the surface of the rough exterior there was a great champion, sure and confident, faithful and true, strong and courageous, much like the knights we read about in fairy tales or, to be sure, the person that we all tend to hope is living inside of us, waiting to break forth some morning or in a moment of need. For this, we would all truly love to be. 

There will come yet another beginning. However, let us begin with these three, because I assure you, it is more than enough for now. And what shall we call these three? Well certainly not the Three Musketeers, for that is highly overused and for copyright purposes. Perhaps Three Boys, but there are all types of boys and does not seem to show the relation they had to each other. In truth Three Brothers would sum them up well. One went no place without the others. They cared for each other and fought each other and laughed with each other and cried with each other and made each other cry, but in the end I guess it is best summed up in saying that they loved each other. And for that matter, they still do. 

And so for now we shall know them as the Three Brothers. But, before we begin, do not think for a moment that one was ever more important than the other. Certainly if it had not been that all three went through trials and adventures together they would not be the people that they are today. And had they not liked different foods, different sports, different games, and different girls, their view on life would quite possibly be different. But, most importantly, and is such the case in all of life, had the contents of each of their hearts not differed in the beginning, surely they would be no different now.