“ Never let the fear of striking out keep you from playing the game.” –  Babe Ruth FLASHBACK “Dad please, don’t start with that, I will be back before you know it. Besides, Alex said that he would assist with my redeployment after the camp.” I rolled my eyes as the words escaped my lips, suddenly wishing camp could be extended. I was dressed and ready to embark on my trip to the neighboring state where, all thanks to my meddling brother, I was posted for the compulsory national youth service. Growing up with a brother like him was a cross too heavy for my tender shoulders. It was like having a steady, overbearing bodyguard entrusted on you without your consent and our parents would always wave off my complaints. As we got older, he became less overbearing but more protective. I had thought having a career or falling in love would distract him from interfering in my life but that was wishful thinking. He ended up convincing his girlfriend, friends, and their friends to join his crus