my brother ry is not the kind of person you say ‘no’ to.
he was saddled with a mouthful of a name by my hippy parents that was impossible to spell if heard, and difficult to pronounce if read. when he showed up at kindergarten he announced he would be called by the shortened version of “ry” and everybody in his life was forced to agree.
he is the most unassuming and kind-hearted person i know, much to his own detriment. he has been taken advantage of more times than i can count because of his quiet trust in people and gentle manner. he always helps the helpless but instead of reaching down to pull people up, he lies down with them to shoulder the trampling together. a man of few words, he asks for nothing in this world and expects even less. so when he does make a need known, people want to give it to him because he so rarely expresses a want for anything. without force or charisma, he gets people to agree.
when a chirpy and charming kiwi named tui met and instantly loved him, our family knew she had to be as special as he was. we were right, and when he asked her to marry him, she delightedly agreed.
so when i got a phone call from new zealand asking me to shoot their wedding i agreed. as if there were any other response.