The good lord blessed me with the two best siblings on the face of the planet. Not only is my sister my best friend, but my brother is as well. God has always had the closest bubble of protection around my brother, needless to say. Chase is now 26 years old and I am 19 but we are extremely close and I think most of our likeness has derived from the fact that he is my male twin (figuratively). Bubba and I have had an interesting childhood, from him stealing my money because I willingly told him where my piggy bank was to him kindly running across the world to retrieve items I needed from a particular store.
When I was just seven years old, I thought I had lost my brother who, at 14, was away at a church retreat in Jekyl island. I was truly petrified at the moment my mom retrieved a concerning phone call while we were at the lake with little reception. Life would not have been the same if this misconception would have been true. My mom was unable to hear what the church group leader was saying due to our lack of service. Bubba had been hit by a car while he was crossing the road on his bicycle. He was thrown up on the hood of the man's car and slung to the ground. Thankfully my cousin was there to comfort him while he was riding the ambulance to the hospital. My mom and dad were quickly speeding down the road to see their firstborn, not knowing what to expect. When they got there, my parents called me and my sister to tell us he had only broken his nose and leg and suffered from bruised ribs and bruises on other limbs of his body. After we all made it back home, I catered to bubba every day for several months while he was recovering. I was so grateful that I was able to wrap my arms around him for several more years.
This wreck impacted me in a way no one would understand. The young boy who had pestered me, trapped me in corners while whipping me with a wet towel, and was sometimes (rarely) sweet was still alive. I couldn't thank God enough for allowing my brother many more years of this torturing fun. Brothers aren't too bad. He actually would help me team up against Mylee when I was younger. I'm not sure if he helped me because I was the baby or if he knew he needed help trying to conquer my sister's wrath. Little did I know that his luck with two-wheel transportation devices was that bad.
Just this past October, on my sister's birthday Chase had a motorcycle wreck. I was completely taken aback when I received a phone call from my sister's friend in Macon who had called to check on me because I was supposed to be on my way from Valdosta to see Mylee at school in Macon. Kylie didn't know that I had not found out about Chase's wreck and when she told me I had a complete meltdown. She kept telling me that Bubba was okay, but all I could think about was his bicycle wreck many years before. This was the second time I thought I had lost my best friend and I was in complete shock. I got my roommate to take me to my car and drove carefully to Macon to have the comfort of my sissy (also to celebrate her birthday). My brother called me twice while I was on my way to Macon and I will never forget that moment of relief. He assured me he was okay and that he would see me the following weekend. Although I heard my brother's voice, I wanted to drive to Atlanta and see him. I would never forgive myself if something randomly occurred and I wasn't able to see him just one more time. He was blessed to only have a major concussion, broken wrist and nose (for the fourth time, making it only more crooked), and a few road burn areas. He may have resembled scarface ever so slightly but I was grateful for him to still be here.
My brother has recently had an accident in his truck and I am a firm believer that he has a very important purpose to serve. He has eliminated a few of his nine lives (even though he is not a cat). I know God has protected him throughout every accident he's been in. Chase is my twin and my best friend and life would never be the same without him. He has given me the best sister-in-law, a previous nephew, and an endless amount of sibling love. He may be impatient at times or have moments where he gets very heated but he is my bubba and he loves me as much as I love him. The title "Back in Black" is a mere correlation of Chase being able to keep the roads hot due to God's grace and mercy. I hope he is more careful in his travels because he will soon run out of his Irish luck and his nose cannot take anymore heartbreak nor can his family
