Seven years ago, my body building, fast car driving, hot chick obsessed brother had eleven strokes. He was unconscious for weeks and I was pretty sure I'd have to smother him with a pillow once the nurses dropped the ball on his Invisalign. But Brad woke up and he was different person. Don't get me wrong, he was still pissed about his Invisalign, but his perspective had shifted. Mentally, he's the exact same- Still likes fast cars, still dates a hot chick. But he's funnier, darker, and no longer gives a shit about body building. When I was a little girl he used to toss me around in our father's swimming pool and sort of not give a shit where I landed. This weekend I got to do the same with him. He only went under once.