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he replied.
    Good point. “Get in the car,” I told him as I reached over and opened the door. Ignoring my gesture, he did a three-step hurdle into the bed of the pickup, landing on his back. “What the heck are you doing? Get in!” I barked. He was pissed and just yelled back “Go!”—so I drove back to the hotel and we exchanged stories in the parking lot. He had just walked into the bar during all the commotion, ignoring the confrontation, and been on his own for the night. My friends had no idea I had been picked up by the cops and had all found each other after the senseless battle at the bar. Ryan spent the night roaming the main drag of Palm Springs. I couldn’t help but laugh at how bitter he was about the situation, but I was more relieved than anything that I didn’t have to face my mom without my big bro by my side.
    R yan and I had many adventures as kids, and we’ve had many more as adults. He and I still have a great relationship, it’s just our roles have been reversed. It’s almost as if I have become the big brother.
    We have great hope for Ryan. After years of trying different solutions, we have all found that a healthy diet, a regimen of exercise, and family support suit him best. So far, it has worked well. Ryan lives a good life. He’s loved unconditionally. Our whole family works together to create structure in Ryan’s life. He works out two or three times a day. He goes to a local hyperbaric chamber, which he loves. Ryan is a hard worker and is always around to help the family with odd jobs. This last Thanksgiving Ryan ran the “Run to Feed the Hungry” 10K charity race, and is training for a half marathon in a few months. His bouts of hard times are inevitable, but he always gets through them and keeps on living. We may never know all the details of the trauma Ryan has lived through or the details of the cult experiences, but we know for sure that Ryan still has a great heart, lots of spirit and a good soul.
    It takes strength for Ryan to stay positive and handle the ups and downs that life has dealt him. He knows his life has changed forever and that he is, in many ways, a different person from the eighteen-year-old scholar-athlete-mentor who was his little brother’s hero. But the person he is now is equally inspiring and worthy of admiration.
    Ryan has given me a whole new perspective on people in need. He and I used to ride the public bus as kids, and I was always the crack-up who would make jokes about the people who got on the bus. Silly kids’ stuff like the big smelly guy, or the lady who would sit and argue with herself. Now I think about how many of those people might have had stories like Ryan’s. Maybe a severe trauma that has never really been resolved and is eternally engraved in their mind, making them who they are now. Maybe they have no emotional support for whatever their mental torture is. Could be any number of heartbreaking scenarios. You never know when, in the blink of an eye, your whole world can be flopped over and rolled away, leaving you powerless to control it. Changed forever.

The 8th Law of Power
    Learn from Your Mistakes
    I t’s great to grow up with freethinking and free-spirited parents. You get to experience life on your own terms and make your own mistakes (and, hopefully, learn from them). But when I got to UC Davis, I quickly discovered how poorly my upbringing and high school experience translated to the world of dormitories, roommates, and resident advisers.
    I arrived at UC Davis fresh out of Lincoln, California, a town of about seven thousand people, mostly farmers and hardworking Mexicans. This, of course, was way after my Christian commune days. By this time my parents had split and my mom had married my stepdad, Tom. My friends and I had the run of the town. We’d go country-cruising around a local lake, and we’d hang out on my mom and stepdad’s ten-acre lot and be