Why 'OtherBrotherDarrell'

I didn't know where to begin this tale of tales so I've decided to start wherever (here) and take you to who-knows-where (there). I want to apologize, in advance, as this trip may be taken on a horse and buggy rather than something more fashionable like a DeLorean sporting a flux capacitor. So, hold on or buckle in and enjoy the ride.

You may ask, "Why call this thing 'OtherBrotherDarrell?'" Well, I'm the youngest of a family of ten children, so I've been called the "other brother Darrell" for as long as I can recall and surely long before my mind developed an awareness for such recollections.

I don't want you to perceive the phrase "other brother Darrell" as an indifferent expression uttered by one of my siblings because the love my family has for one another and the love they have for their other brother Darrell is far greater than can be expressed and far from indifferent.

Nonetheless, many of the people I came to know or meet while out with my siblings often asked, "Is that your other brother Darrell? Wow, has he grown. And he looks just like you - sort of." Within these tales, you'll read about my life as the other brother Darrell, my life beyond that, and my outlook on the world. But, keep in mind that this is my tale and therefore a partial account of entire stories from the past. All the same, bear with me and hope for a glimpse of insight as you read these 'tales from the other brother Darrell.' (UPDATED: The blue text has been updated from its original form to improve upon context, content, spelling, and grammar.)

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This is the other brother Darrell.