My brother is off at college, and at age 14, I miss him terribly. My brother is a rare kind of guy. He's smart and kind. And my friends say he's lovely. But it's how he handles things and how he treats his friends and his family that make me feel more proud.
He applied to 14 colleges. He was accepted by all but one, the one he wanted, Brown University. So he took his second choice, and off he went to a first year. When he came home for summer vacation, he said he'd move to Rhode Island near Brown, find a job, and do whatever he could to become known in the area. He'd work his heart out and do his best at everything. Someone, he was sure, would notice. This was a big deal for my parents as it meant agreeing to a year without college. But they trusted him and encouraged him to do whatever he thought it would take to realize his dream.
It wasn't long before he was hired as an amateur（业余的）play director at Brown. Now was his chance to shine, and he did. He put every bit of himself into the job. He met teachers and school officials, talked to everyone about his dream and never hesitated to tell them what he was after.
And, sure enough, at the end of the year, when he reapplied to Brown, he was accepted.
We were all happy, but for me the happiness went very deep. I had learned an important lesson--a lesson no one could have taught me with words. If I work hard for what I want, and if I keep trying after I've been turned down, my dreams can also come true. This is a gift I still hold in my heart.