I was thrilled one year when I was younger when not only did my brothers get hockey sticks for Christmas - but I did too!

I had eight brothers and sisters. Every Christmas my younger brother Bobby would wake up extra early and open everybody's presents - everybody's - so by the time the rest of us got up all the gifts were shredded ribbons off torn open and thrown aside.

My mother would give my brothers and me a pile of catalogues and let us pick what we wanted for Christmas.

Cursed be he above all others Who's enslaved by love of money. Money takes the place of brothers Money takes the place of parents Money brings us war and slaughter.

War is organized murder and torture against our brothers.

No more war! Never again war! If you wish to be brothers drop your weapons.

Seek always to do some good somewhere. Every man has to seek in his own way to realize his true worth. You must give some time to your fellow man. For remember you don't live in a world all your own. Your brothers are here too.

With success came an ever-growing burden of responsibility. I lived with a near-constant low-level anxiety that I would make a mistake that would not only threaten my career but also my brothers' - not to mention the livelihoods of many people who work with us or for us.

My four older brothers were my favorite players. That's why I got into football and sports.

I love to get home and hang out with my family. My brothers and I love spending time at the beach. I enjoy doing all kinds of surf sports and keeping healthy.