I had a memory today of biking around our neighborhood with my brothers. I was always last in line to make sure they crossed the street safely and didn't fall off their bikes and get hurt. When I was the last biker as a kid, I learned to cross the street safely even when the light was red so I could keep up with everyone. Andrew was the youngest and always first after one of our parents, so that was a skill he never learned. I never thought about how that was my job until our parents let us bike without them. I, being the older brother, could clearly bike the fastest. I stopped caring and started to bike ahead and leave Andrew behind. I think he really struggled, but tried his best to keep up with me. One day, I crossed the street with five seconds left on the crosswalk. Andrew didn't know any better so he just followed behind me and the light ran out while he was still crossing and a car hit him. Imagine this kid, just trying to keep up with his older brother who wouldn't even slow down for his little brother? What was Andrew thinking? "I just want to keep up with him? I don't want to get left behind?" He didn't even look to see if a car was coming, he just rode his bike into the street to not get left alone. He just didn't want to be left behind. Why couldn't I just slow down and wait?