I remember the first time I saw my brother, Floyd; he was an infant - newborn. Being only three myself, I thought the midwife had taken him from a chest drawer. The lady was cuddling my new little brother in her arms as Mom lay in the next room. She was looking for an outfit to dress him. My new brother's eyes pierced mine, only for a moment and I realized our innate connection; that we were contiguous . . . for life.