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My father was a war veteran, fought in the Vietnam war and what better than to follow suit. Navy myself, but I served my country. Be it from the experience or by my own family's doing, I've always had high standings for myself - or my family - and while it may make me seem cold, sugarcoating and making everyone happy doesn't do any good for getting somewhere. It may keep people temporarily safe from the hurt of the world, but you know what they say - Nice guys finish last and life isn't always fair. That is where my brother stands - In with the nice guys. Always a dreamer, the kid in the back of the class with his head in the cloud about who knows what. For me, they aren't so much dreams as they are goals and milestones to get over before I get what I ultimately want. I'm a shark - There is no doubting that. You don't get to be District Attorney without the chops to back it up; You don't get plan on snagging that seat in the House of Representatives without backing up your talk; and you certainly don't make it to the Presidency by always playing fair.
Like any other in this business, the Petrellis have their secrets. Politics don't come without a few of those, but it does bring the means to keep them covered up. Can't have any sort of stink on the family name that my father did his part to keep up and that I'm going to make sure stays strong, respectable. Flying and this power business is one of those things that is going to have to stay hidden if I intend to get anywhere with political aspirations. Who, for example, wants a President who can fly through the air with a simple push off the ground and goes rocketing off into the sky? The human reaction - Fear of what is different. Fear doesn't get political points. Jumping off a building - however much attention it brings - doesn't bring the points either. I've been sitting back, taking a note from my brother, and reading up on Chandra Suresh's theories on evolution - found myself a copy of Activating Evolution for some reading while under the weather. Interesting stuff, although most practically unbelievable even when it seems to be happening to my family. These things... There are just certain things - estranged relationships, shady deals, and powers straight out of comic books - that, for the sake of success, need to be buried.
With that said, I find myself questioning really where I would be without my brother - without that one pair of eyes to look up to you if no one else will. My mother was always the one to push me ahead to do what I need to so I could succeed and I appreciate it - I wouldn't be where I was without her - but where did that leave him? Just another person in the background to be stepped over - That's what. And he has always been there for me - Even now while I'm stuck in bed and out of the environment I find myself the strongest: The court room. I have some work to do - although in secret since most has been confiscated by Heidi while I rest up and mend - in front of a computer, but it definitely isn't the same as staring down someone on the stand and getting some stumbling answers to win your case. The stitches are out, but that doesn't mean that I have any clue what went on for those four days. I'm no closer to the answer than I was before and really, that frustrates me. I survived with a mark or two that certainly weren't there before, but why?
The holidays are coming up. Family is getting together hopefully as we always do, although with my father passed I can see how it is going to be hard. Turbulent. That is a good word for how things are going. If it isn't one bump in the road, it's another.
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