My brother called me today. He's never understood me and my "problems" and hasn't always been the most supportive but he tries. We actually talked for a long bit and I was able to be supportive to him. He just moved across country to California and him and his boyfriend, and their dog, are living in a hotel. They got denied for an apartment for the second time and they're both beyond stressed. I don't usually get involved with him and his life because I almost resent him for not being more understanding, loving, and/or patient with me but I actually, willingly, listened to his woes and I prayed for him, his boyfriend, and their dog to find immediate, affordable shelter over the phone. I do love my brother; he's my superhero and for me to swallow my pride about his past treatment of me and help him is very comforting. I will sleep well tonight.