I was born Jonathon Aaron Steel, to the parents of William and Elizabeth
Steel. I am a Leo, born under the sign of the lion and I was raised in a
Lower middle class family with only one brother Michael whom I love
Dearly. He was five years my senior. My father's nickname was Red which I
Could never understand why because his hair was sandy blond. Nevertheless
The name stuck. So when my brother was born my father became Big Red and
My brother Little Red. I should have known from the first time when I
Realised their special connection, that I just didn't fit in to my
Father's plans. And as I grew older the constant comparison between my
Brother and myself left little doubt who was the image of perfection in my
Father's eye. To him, my brother could do no wrong and I became The
Invisible Boy, the proverbial 'black sheep' and I soon figured out that
Red and black don't mix. The beatings I received became more and more
Frequent to the point where I would ask my father "Am I the orphaned son
You would never need"? But oddly enough I worshipped the ground my father
Walked upon

My brother and I were a strange mixture, as different as daylight and
Dark. Looking back, it's hard to imagine we came from the same parents. I
Sometimes wondered if we had the same father, but I always dismissed that
Idea as my mother was far too religious, my father as well, to ever even
Think of such a thing. But my brother who had always sensed my parent's
Instilled insecurities tried his best to encourage me. For I was born
Different and he knew it. He often told me when I was born an angel flew
Over my bed and christened me with a magic wand and said "You shall be the
One". And I had no idea what 'The one' was, but as I grew older I began to
Understand. Most boys put their mother on a pedestal and worship them like
The Virgin Mary but with her too my relationship was different and not for
The good. She was opinionated, uneducated, sometimes prejudiced
Overbearing, believed everything she read, true or not, and when it came
To religion was over-zealous to say the least. A mind boggling combination
But she was pretty, very pretty and I would often wonder, bordering on
Complete confusion, how a person of this description could rationalise life