This is my youngest brother keeping it real while cheering on his friends at the Special Olympics. I am in Kansas this weekend visiting my family for my sister's graduation and my little brother's first Special Olympics.

My youngest brother is both Down's and autistic. The autism was only discovered later. Although, sometimes it's a wonder we ever missed it. For example, this weekend, I watched him rewind and watch the same five seconds of the movie "Toy Story" (for those of you in the know, it's in the beginning when the dinosaur runs into the metal trashcan) over and over until my mom reached over and shut it off and loud cheers and rejoicing were heard in the street. During the Special Olympics he and I exchanged 534,115,156,894,468,992 high fives, with a margin of error of 1,000, or two. Give or take.

It was fun seeing him compete in the 25m run and walk and the tennis ball throw, where he signed my dad's name before chucking his crappiest shot. As if to say, "This one's for you old man!" Although, by noon I was high fived out.

The highlight, for me was watching him get up on the podium. Obviously, because it was a great moment to see my brother so proud of himself, but also, because he's afraid of heights. He literally demanded that two policemen hold his hands. Seriously, one policeman was holding his hand and my brother looked around for the other cop. Motioned for him to come over and held out his hand. As if to say, "Remember that serve and protect thing? Well, save me from this thing called gravity, fools."

Of course they did it. I can barely talk my way out of a speeding ticket. This kid has skillz. Mad skillz. And he looks better in my shades than I do.