Unit1_passage:Mybrother,Jimmy,didnotgetenoughoxygenduringadifficultdelivery,leavinghimwithbraindamage,andtwoyearslaterIwasborn.

　　Sincethen,myliferevolvedaroundmybrother's.

　　Accompanyingmygrowingupwasalways"gooutandplayandtakeyourbrotherwithyou".

　　Icouldn'tgoanywherewithouthim,soIurgedtheneighborhoodkidstocometomyhouseforsomeout-of-controlkid-centeredfun.

　　MymothertaughtJimmypracticalthingslikehowtobrushhisteethorputonabelt.

　　Myfather,asaint,simplyheldthehousetogetherwithhispatienceandunderstanding.

　　IwasinchargeoutsidewhereIadministeredjusticebytrackingdowntheparentsofthekidswhopickedonmybrother,andtellingonthem.

　　MyfatherandJimmywereinseparable.

　　Theyatebreakfasttogetherandonweekdaysdroveofftothenavyshippingcentereverymorningwheretheybothworked—Jimmyunloadedcolor-codedboxes.

　　Atnightafterdinner,theywouldtalkandplaygameslateintotheevening.

　　Theyevenwhistledthesametunes.

　　Sowhenmyfatherdiedofaheartattackin1991,Jimmywasawreck,beneathhiscarefuldisguise.

　　Hewassimplyindisbelief.

　　Usuallyveryagreeable,henowquitspeakingaltogetherandnoamountofwordscouldpenetratethevacantexpressionheworeonhisface.

　　Ihiredsomeonetolivewithhimanddrivehimtowork,butnomatterhowmuchItriedtomakethingsstaythesame,evenJimmygraspedthattheworldhe'dknownwasgone.

　　OnedayIasked,"YoumissDad,don'tyou?"

　　Hislipsquiveredandthenheasked,"Whatdoyouthink,Margaret?Hewasmybestfriend."

　　Ourtearsbegantoflow.

　　MymotherdiedoflungcancersixmonthslaterandIalonewaslefttolookafterJimmy.

　　Hedidn'tadjusttogoingtoworkwithoutmyfatherrightaway,sohecameandlivedwithmeinNewYorkCityforawhile.

　　HewentwhereverIwentandseemedtoadjustprettywell.

　　Still,Jimmylongedtoliveinmyparents'houseandworkathisoldjobandIpledgedtohelphimreturn.

　　Eventually,Iwasabletoworkitout.

　　Hehaslivedtherefor11yearsnowwithmanydifferentcaretakersandblossomedonhisown.

　　Hehasbecomeessentialtotheneighborhood.

　　Whenyouhaveanymailtobepickeduporyourdogneedswalking,heisyourman.

　　Mymotherwasright,ofcourse:Itwaspossibletohaveahomewithroomforbothhislimitationsandmyambitions.

　　Infact,caringforsomeonewholovesasdeeplyandappreciatesmyeffortsasmuchasJimmydoeshasenrichedmylifemorethananythingelseevercouldhave.

　　ThishithomeafewdaysaftertheSeptember11thdisasteronJimmy's57thbirthday.

　　IhadapartyforhiminmyhomeinNewYork,butnoneofourfamilycouldjoinusbecausetravelwasdifficultandtheywerestillreckoningwiththesheerterrorthedisasterhadbrought.

　　Icalledonmyfaithfulfriendstohelpmakeitamerryandfestiveoccasion,ignoringthefactthatmostofthemwereemotionallydrainedandexhausted.

　　Insteadofthecustomary"Nogifts,please",Ishouted,"Gifts!Please!"

　　Myfriends—peopleJimmyhadcometoknowovertheyears—broughttheidealpresents:countrymusicCDs,asweatshirt,oneleatherbeltwith"J-I-M-M-Y"onit,aknittedwoolhatandacowboycostume.

　　Theeveni