Prologue: My Brothers’ Keeper
Boys become men in varied and mysterious ways. Some step gently from stone to stone crossing the stream of adolescence. They reach the bank of manhood without slipping. They follow men who have made the same passage arriving mostly dry and unmarked. Others slip into the water and, regaining their footing, arrive damp and bruised and muddy, but nonetheless exultant. Still there are others who charge into the stream, unguided, splashing and sometimes stumbling through the water, impervious to the cold, ignoring their cuts and bruises and altogether exhilarated by the path they alone have chosen. In rare times and places such boys as these, those who must forge their own way, make the passage together and become their brothers’ keeper.