Last night my younger brother asked me for help with a project that he was about 2 weeks behind in work. Of course it was due the next day so I automatically adopt an attitude: have no mercy for what doesn’t get finished, but give all that you have. Last night was not a burden; actually quite the opposite, I accepted it as an honor since it was the one of the few times he called on me. As siblings grow older the texture of their relationship achieves maturity. We become aware of institutionalization—imprisonment, surveillance, conversion into a cubicle critter, etc.—and try to keep our family from falling off the cliff. While we commit to assisting our siblings, their incompletion of something always inspires guilt within us. Should it be there though?