I'd offer brotherly advice.

Told my troubled friend Julie today. That I wish she was my sister. Of course, we don’t pick our blood-related brothers or sisters. They just happen. And  that’s it. Doesn’t matter whether we like ‘em or not. Too bad we aren’t allowed to choose our own siblings. Then we would have better matches. I don’t hold it against Julie. That she drinks too much. And doesn’t deal effectively with her clinical depression. I still respect her. She’s the kind of decent human being that I’d like to have – as my sister. Maybe then she’d take some brotherly advice. --Jim Broede