Of all the things that stand outÂ for me about the late Steve Irwin, aka the Crocodile Hunter, was the fact that at the end of the day he was a family man.Â He had two children and a wife.Â The youngest of his children is my son’s age, andÂ that little boyÂ will never be able to fullyÂ know the man behind whatÂ is certain toÂ become a myth.
I think most guys, black or white, have spent at least an hour of their lives watching the Crocodile Hunter do his thing.Â He was nothing if not entertaining.Â He lived a life that many of us envied; one of world travel and fame.Â But at what cost?Â He left behind a family to trudge on without him.Â Sure he probably left a pile of moneyÂ (he must have been well insured at the very least), but how much isÂ a dad’s lifeÂ worth?Â At what point do you fall back from your life’s passionsÂ to ensure that youÂ be there for your family?Â Or is there no such point?Â I will not pretend to know the answer to that question.Â
I hope Mr. Irwin’s wife and kids can find peace in knowing that he died living life.
You make a good point. I have been mulling this over lately myself and I think I have come to the conclusion that I will have to sacrifice some of my own ambitions for the sake of my children. I’m a father now and, to me, that changes everything.
But that’s just me.