Nothing means more to me than my family and when I walked around a corner in my school and saw my older brother getting picked on, it infuriated me. I was 8 years old and my brother was 9. Now I'll be 17 on June 3rd and my brother just recently turned 18. My brother is my bestfriend and when he hurts, I hurt. My brother was never the skinniest kid on the block, nor was he the smartest or coolest, but God made him exactly the way he should be. When I turned that corner at school and saw 3 older boys pushing my brother and calling him fat, I knew I needed to say something before my brother did something that he would regret. (He's always been violent when someone disrespects him.) Immediately I shouted "Hey! What's y'alls problem? Stop pushing him around!" All 3 boys just laughed it off because hey, I was just a helpless little girl to them. My family has always said I'm way too mentally mature for my age, and it definitely showed that day. I stood right in front of the boys and told them that they had no right to disrespect my brother like that and that if there was a problem, they would have to take it up with an adult instead of handling the situation on their own. Eventually they got tired of me lecturing them about bullying and they left. If I wouldn't have stood up for my brother, there's a very real possibility that he would've gotten into a lot of trouble and probably hurt those boys. To this day I find myself standing up for my brother because people still think that bullying is the only way to get their point across to someone, or bullying is the only way they can feel in control of something. My brother doesn't know how to stand up for himself. He knows how to fight. If I have to spend everyday of the rest of my life standing up for my brother, then so be it. I would never let him be subjected to bullying. Nobody deserves to be bullied, so I stood up for him.