My brother asked me what happiness meant to me. I thought for a long time because every time I arrived at a definition, I found that it wasn't completely accurate. After a long time, I ended up telling him "purpose"... at which point, my brother pulled out a small note card that had the word "purpose" written on it. That was my brother for you, always one step ahead. I don't know who was smarter... him or me. After I said purpose, he told me: "You see, brother, that's proof that we are deeply connected... You saved my life... and I'll never forget that, Niki, I love you."