My first contribution to the Winterwind E-Zine was entitled 'Biking: The Life Cycle.' The second was titled 'The Vinyl Revolution.' These facts, as well as this writing all have something in common. Granted, there is the obvious that they were all published in the same zine and were written by me. They all involve a wheel or circle. This was not planned in any manner. In fact, I only discovered it when I was researching the etymology of my surname; Cousineau.
The name Cousineau houses the term cousin, which is obvious enough. I began to question what exactly it meant. The definition of cousin is family related, which again is obvious enough. After doing some further digging into the origin of its etymology I discovered that it basically means wheel or circle.
When a wheel is broken down to its basic parts, it has three; the hub, spokes and rim. The hub is where the axle is housed and is the wheel's axis and center of gravity. The rim is the outer most part of the wheel and the spokes connect to two. Thus, with the term cousin; you are the hub and your family are the spokes and the rim. You're connected.
Now that I've eased the roots into the soil it's time to show you the fruit it bears: Brotherhood. According to Dictionary.com there are five variants of the definition. This article is going to focus on the fifth: the belief that all people should act with warmth and equality toward one another, regardless of differences in race, creed, nationality, etcetera.
When growing up, I was a lost soul for a good portion of my teenage years as I'm sure we all were. My friends were mostly acquaintances. The great friends that I did have were usually only one at a time. When there was a falling out with that friend there was never really anyone else to turn to. That experience made the falling out that much harder to deal with.
I believe the harshest of it all was when my best friend died when we were sixteen. He passed due to a reaction from alcohol consumption and cocaine use. I felt alone in the world and decided to use his death as a stepping stone to self-improvement. I did not want his death to be wasted and for me to end up just as him. I wanted to learn something from it and progress who I was as a person.