I know you may think YOU have the best brother, but I'd put mine up against anyone's. Last week, my wonderful, and usually not so clumsy husband, accidentally dropped my laptop. He felt horrible. I was pretty devastated. My laptop is probably the most important "tool" I own. It's how I do all our biz. It's how I write my songs. It's where I store all my important information. And none of it was backed up. NONE of it.



We went to the Apple Store to see what the dudes at the Genius Bar could do for me. Nothing. They told me there was no hope for my laptop without an eight hundred dollar charge that wouldn't save any of my documents. They also told me to call a data recovery company and hope for the best after plopping down two thousand dollars and no guarantees. Further depression. Somewhere in the middle of all this, I called my mom like a kid with a skinned knee. I needed a kiss and a bandaid. Sometime after this, she filled my brother in my trauma.



When I arrived home, a brief but huge miracle happened. My laptop booted up just long enough for me to organize all my documents and songs and photos and drag them onto an external hard drive. It felt like watching Robert DeNiro in "Awakenings". As soon as we'd dragged it over, the computer died once and for all.

Still not knowing how or when I'd replace my laptop, I was counting my blessings that at least I didn't lose all my stuff.



Then my brother called. My sweet, unassuming, hard working brother. He asked me about my laptop woes and then asked what it was going to cost me to replace it. When I told him, he said to keep my eye on the mailbox because there was a check on the way. He said he couldn't have his favorite songwriter not able to keep track of her songs.



I can't have my favorite brother not know what he means to me. And I want to tell everyone.

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