My Fraternity Family

I grew up in a home where right was right and wrong was wrong, and there was no gray area. As I got older I started to realize that the lines between right and wrong are a lot more blurry than I was led to believe. The cookie cutter mold my parents wanted me to fit into was something I could never do. Needless to say, my relationship with my immediate family is almost non existent. Who would have thought I would find the family I needed in a fraternity?

Before college I could have told you a million things I wanted to do with my life- none of which were joining a fraternity. As far as I was concerned, fraternities were groups of guys who only cared about sleeping with women, getting so drunk they blacked out, and hazing pledges. I couldn't have been more wrong.

I don’t know why I joined and I have no idea what possessed me to stick it out, but I couldn't be more grateful for the organization I joined. When people look at me they automatically think “How the hell is he in a fraternity?” I fit none of the stereotypes.

My brothers taught me that it’s not on the outside that makes a man, but it is what’s on the inside that makes you classy, wise, and strong. A man is not determined by his accomplishments in the gym or bedroom, but by the strength of his heart and the way he serves others.

My organization taught me what being a man really is, and after two years of membership I have grown in ways I couldn't possibly have imagined. I have grown to love the organization I joined and now I serve my chapter in the role of president.

Going Greek is the most beneficial thing I've done with my life. It gave me a home and a support system that I can’t imagine my life without.

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