Goodbye Mate...

When Princess Diane died I witnessed fans balling their eyes out as the news spread about her fatal car accident. I considered them possessed, crazy and delusional because they don't even know her personally. How can you cry over the loss of someone you only know from tv? It's absurd, I thought.

Until last Tuesday's news about Steve Irwin.
My heart dropped, I couldn't believe my eyes and ears upon the tragic news. I don't know him yet I feel so sad and cheated because of his death. I keep holding my tears back whenever he appears on the news. Maybe because I've seen numerous shows of his brave and entertaining stunts with wild animals did I have a connection. Or maybe because I bought his dvds since my family and I love watching him. Or maybe, just by watching through the tv one could see through him. His passion about his cause, which is preserving wildlife is so contagious and inspiring that one could not help but admire him. Through his shows one could connect with his honest desire to let everyone know about wildlife. But aside from wildlife I know that he is a genuinely good and honest human being through his lifestyle. He lived his life just the way I would have wanted to live mine. He died doing what he loved to do even it means putting his on the line. He is one of the luckiest people who is so in love with their career.

So now I could not help but write something about this incredible guy whom I only know on tv. Now I know how it feels to be a crazy and delusional fan. He may not be as big as Princess Di, Mother Theresa or the Pope but his tremendous passion and extensive work of saving his beloved creatures is more than enough for me to be in the same rank as them.