- Posted December 30, 2013 by
Capturing the Human Spirit: Brent Lewis
This wasn’t the only down side of human behavior my brother witnessed, he had the opportunity to experience it head on. It’s a little gift called prejudice.
While attending grade school, he began to understand more about his own sexuality, specifically him being a homosexual. There were a few things he understood at a young age: one being that he was like that and there was nothing he could do about it, two was that he knew it wasn’t the “norm”, thus he was going to experience unpleasant contact with a few of his classmates. My brother never thought being gay was wrong, having grown up with parents that never used homophobic comments or statements and an older sister who once thought to be a homosexual herself.
By the time my brother hit fifth grade, he experience name calling, pushing around, and other bullying by members of his class in an attempt to degrade him and mock him for who he was as a human being. The hard part coming from this ordeal was the fact that my brother knew he wasn’t doing anything wrong. Not only was he suffering, but he did not know why some of his classmates expressed such reckless hate. He became so scared that he did not even tell our parents, or his teachers.
By the time my brother joined the high school ranks, that pain was long gone. He was fortunate enough to be in a new school environment with loving peers and he finally had the confidence to speak to his teachers about anything.
One day, he decided to walk home. As he made his return home he decided something; to tell our mother he was gay. My brother was so nervous the feeling was unbearable but being the loving and also hilarious mother she is, our mother simply told him, “It’s ok Brent, I already knew, now what would you like for dinner?” That’s our mom, the foundation of our lives, our best friend, our mentor, our source of happiness.
Now I need to take a step back. There’s something I missed. Something important. Yes. The stage. Like the ocean, or a pen and paper is to me, the same goes to the stage with my brother. As he would say, better than I ever could, “when I go out on stage and begin to dance or act, I forget about everything; nothing else matters but that moment.”
My brother new at a very young age what he was passionate about. That’s something few of us can attest to. It’s something my brother has held for most of his life. The first time came at Deep Ellum Festival in downtown Dallas. My brother danced to the song, “Ants Marching” by Dave Matthews Band. AND BY THE WAY, WHILE THE INTERVIEW TOOK PLACE AT THAT MOMENT, I LEARNED THAT MY BROTHER AND SISTER COURTNEY ARE AS MUCH DAVE MATTHEWS FANATICS AS AM I AND I WILL OBNOXIOUSLY MENTION THAT IN ALL CAPS ALL DAY LONG.
Getting back to the story, my brother got up on that stage with more nerves than I have on a first date (that means A LOT), but once he began dancing, he was free.
That’s a special moment people have too few of; being free. It’s the moment when you are so overwhelmed with emotion that all you can do is smile; smile and take in the moment. That’s what dancing is; living in the moment.