Your brother asks you to drive him to the airport at the crack of dawn, and to pick him up when he returns in the middle of the night. And it’s a ridiculous request, not only because you have a full time job and four kids and a wife who just worked a hundred hour work week, but also because there is parking at the airport, the cost for which his employer will happily reimburse. Or more precisely, it *would* be a ridiculous request if it were coming from anyone else. But coming from the one dude on the planet who was cut from the exact same cloth, it somehow makes all the sense in the world. So you drive in the rain with two coffees and two tacos and know that this is the stuff of life.