I knew it was going to be a struggle the moment I walked up. I only wanted to help the struggling painter, but he would never listen. I wanted to help get his work into a gallery, into a fair, or just somewhere but the sidewalk where his talent would be noticed for what it was worth. But each time I was met with the same answer: he was better off on his own than with a boss. One day I hope I can talk more sense into my brother. More sense to know not everyone is our father.
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Photo prompt courtesy of Brenda Cox.
Standing Room Only 
10 responses to “The Painter”
I wonder what this same story would look like from the brother’s perspective
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A similar theme to my own take, nicely done. Let’s hope everyone can be convinced to make the right choices!
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I can clearly see this older brother, filled with truly good hopes for his talented brother, saying, “But I just want what’s best for you!” The problem there is the assumption that the younger brother doesn’t know what’s best for himself, and that the older brother has to guide the younger. Leave him alone. When he wants your help, he’ll tell you.
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There is a lot backstory untold about their relationship and their childhood. The ‘helpful’ brother must learn to leave well enough alone.
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Well-written story.
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Maybe this family should adopt the adage “live and let live”.
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As he repeats the same answer he clearly sees a path laid out before him. Nice one.
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Well, better late than never.
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A powerful story. I hope the brother is successful and can help!
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Dear DIY,
I’m sure the brother means well, but we can’t live another person’s life, can we? Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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