I was just gonna leave this picture up and not say anything, but I wanted to add a few words.
I know a lot of people are probably gonna make jokes and stuff and that’s fine, but I actually really liked the Crocodile Hunter, Steve Irwin.
Maybe I wanted to root for a guy who’s cheated death on many occasions, but beyond that, I respect anybody who’s that passionate about something they believe in.
I remember the first time I saw him on TV, he was driving along the rabbit-proof fence in Australia and he spotted a snake or something on the other side. He jumped from his moving vehicle and bounded over the fence, catching his leg on the razor wire as he did so.
Well, he didn’t flinch or really do anything to indicate that he had just slashed his leg open and was bleeding profusely.
Without breaking stride, he grabbed that snake and lifted it up to show the camera with his usual enthusiasm.
You can make the argument that he was just an idiot and people shouldn’t look up to someone just because they put their own safety at risk in order to make a TV show, but I think they’re missing the point.
This is a guy who loved life and wanted to live it on his own terms. Someone who believed in animal conservancy and was willing to go to great lengths to bring the issue to the attention of as many people as possible.
Sure, we all laughed at his antics and I’m not denying the cringe-factor appeal of watching a guy almost get killed by deadly animals, but the fact is, he brought us something that most of us will never get to experience in real life.
Steve Irwin loved animals and believed we should do everything in our power to protect them. He did what he did because he didn’t want his children to grow up in a world without them.
Now his children will grow up without their father, because of one of those animals. I see the irony. I think we all see the irony.
When I read about climbers dying on Mount Everest, I get angry, thinking about how their families must feel. It all seems so pointless: to endanger your life seeking thrills.
But I think Steve Irwin is different. Obviously, he did love the rush from an up-close interaction with a deadly animal, but there was more to it than that.
This is what he loved to do, he believed it was important and he died doing it. I bet he wouldn’t have chosen this, but I’m sure he was aware of the possibility that it could happen.
I just hope his message isn’t lost in the details of his death.