I told my brother not everyone found his stupid pranks funny, He didn’t listen to me and that was his first mistake

We had always been close, bonded by a shared sense of humor and a mischievous nature.

But as we grew older, I began to outgrow his childish antics while he continued to revel in them.

One day, he decided to take his pranks to a whole new level, and it ended up changing both of our lives forever.

It all started with a harmless prank on our neighbor, Mrs. Jenkins. She was a kind, elderly woman who lived alone, and my brother thought it would be funny to throw eggs at her house and run off, leaving her to clean up the mess.

I warned him that it was a bad idea, but he didn't listen. He went ahead with it, and I watched from a distance as Mrs. Jenkins came out of her house, tears in her eyes, trying to figure out who would do such a thing to her.

I was furious with my brother, and I told him that he needed to apologize to Mrs. Jenkins and make things right. But instead of taking responsibility for his actions, he just laughed it off and said she was overreacting. The next day, Mrs. Jenkins put her house up for sale and moved away, unable to bear the thought of living in a neighborhood where she didn't feel safe.

I was enraged, but my brother seemed unfazed by the consequences of his actions. He continued to pull pranks on unsuspecting people, leaving behind a trail of hurt feelings and damaged relationships.

I tried to reason with him, to make him see that what he was doing was wrong, but it was like talking to a brick wall. He was consumed by the thrill of his pranks and didn't care who got hurt in the process.

Then one day, he targeted the wrong person. He decided to prank a group of tough-looking guys from our school, thinking it would be funny to steal their car keys and hide them.

But as he was trying to make his escape, they caught him in the act. They didn't find his prank funny at all, and they decided to teach him a lesson. They beat him up pretty badly, leaving him with a broken arm and a bruised ego.

It was a wake-up call for my brother. He realized that his pranks had gone too far and that he had hurt people who didn't deserve it.

I took care of him while he recovered, and during that time, we had some long, hard conversations. I made him see the impact of his actions and urged him to make things right with the people he had hurt.

In the end, my brother made amends with Mrs. Jenkins and the guys from our school. He apologized for his behavior and promised to change his ways. It wasn't an easy road, but he stuck to his word and gradually earned back the trust and respect of those around him.

From that experience, my brother learned the valuable lesson that not everyone finds his pranks funny. He learned to think before acting and consider the feelings of others.

Our bond grew stronger through that challenging time, and I was proud to see him become a better, more compassionate person. And although we laugh about it now, it was a hard lesson learned.