Let's start with July 13, 2014. It was a Sunday afternoon and my mother had just completed her first week of vacation bible school ever at our church, Brewer Baptist Church. This was new to her so we were all excited to see how it would turn out and WOW, it was a huge success. We were so proud of her. At the end of all the festivities, we went home and Ryan, my older brother, took his girlfriend home. I was exhausted from helping mom and dad clean the church afterwards so I went to bed. I noticed that dad wasn't far behind me. Later that evening, I heard my brother come in and go to his bedroom.
This is a good time to tell you about my brother and myself. Ryan is three years older than me. So all through school I was known as "Little Murphy" which didn't bother me because my brother was a stand-out on the football and baseball teams. He lettered in both sports while holding a 3.0 grade point average. So to say I looked up to him is an understatement. One year I even became a manager on the football team so I could go to every game and watch him. My brother was known as the strongest player on the team. I saw him play against guy's twice his size and even some of them went on to play college …show more content…
I had drifted off to sleep and but was woke up by my dad. He was panicking. As I looked at my mom, I saw tears running down her face. I asked, "What's was going on?" My mom told me to get your shoes and clothes on because my brother had been in a really bad wreck. When I asked if he was OK, my dad looked at me with tears in his eyes and said, "I don't know. The phone call I got was from a lady and she said he looked really bad and didn't know if he was alive or not but people were working on him." That was the longest ride I have ever had going to the hospital. I remember my dad praying out to God not to take his son. All I could think was how could he be hurt, I’ve seen him take some awful licks on the football field and baseball
This is a good time to tell you about my brother and myself. Ryan is three years older than me. So all through school I was known as "Little Murphy" which didn't bother me because my brother was a stand-out on the football and baseball teams. He lettered in both sports while holding a 3.0 grade point average. So to say I looked up to him is an understatement. One year I even became a manager on the football team so I could go to every game and watch him. My brother was known as the strongest player on the team. I saw him play against guy's twice his size and even some of them went on to play college …show more content…
I had drifted off to sleep and but was woke up by my dad. He was panicking. As I looked at my mom, I saw tears running down her face. I asked, "What's was going on?" My mom told me to get your shoes and clothes on because my brother had been in a really bad wreck. When I asked if he was OK, my dad looked at me with tears in his eyes and said, "I don't know. The phone call I got was from a lady and she said he looked really bad and didn't know if he was alive or not but people were working on him." That was the longest ride I have ever had going to the hospital. I remember my dad praying out to God not to take his son. All I could think was how could he be hurt, I’ve seen him take some awful licks on the football field and baseball