He was one of the first people I knew who got a car and would drive me home from school when I didn’t have a ride.
He helped me pass calculus (with an A, no less).
We spent countless hours sitting on my living room floor just talking about love, life, and the pursuit of happiness.
These days, he prefers comfy islandwear to Armani, but by his own admission, is now taking a liking to suits … but still working on the dress shoes.
He adores his mom and his sisters, and the girls swoon over him — yet he has yet to find the one he will swoon for.
I still go to him to talk about love, life, and the pursuit of an MBA, a better career, and happiness. And can also appreciate my nerdy sense of humor.
Today, he turns an old, creaking 30. 
Happy birthday, ShOn.
Remember, “don’t drink and derive!”
