My parents' first child, named George after my grandfather, lost his life suddenly to crib death. Their second son, my elder brother, was also named George. We were born five years apart. Due to the tragic loss of their first child, my parents raised George with extreme care and were very overprotective of him, which ultimately left me more freedom to grow and become an independent thinker. I didn't ask my parents how things were done. I tried to figure it out on my own, a trait that remains in my blood to this day.









