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The Man of Steel
Oct. 11th, 2004 07:43 pm
Of course by now most of the planet knows that Christopher Reeve has died. I've spent nearly the entire day thinking of something to say that would be appropriate, and nothing I have thought of so far even comes close. Be that as it may, I offer the following thoughts:
He was smart. He was kind. He was generous. He was a good man, and a wonderful actor. He was a consummate gentleman. And after his accident, he was so very, very brave. He was stronger than I could imagine anyone ever being in that situation and made me, for one, realize how very very brave and strong and courageous you have to be just to live what the rest of us call a "normal" life. He was determined. He was decisive. He was not afraid to stand up for what he believe and he was not afraid to fight. Even when he could not move his arms or legs, he only fought more.
He was...such a good person, such a good role model for anyone to look up to and try to emulate. It's too bad that more people didn't look up to him. It's too bad that there aren't more people like him to look up to.
It's a damned, damned shame that he didn't live long enough to see his dream realized. But, in the time he was fighting for it, he managed to bring that dream closer to fruition than anyone imagined possible. And every man, woman, or child who, having been injured and told that they are paralyzed for life, subsequently gets up and walks, it will be thanks to him. Each one of them, with their first step, should fall to their knees and say a prayer for him. All of them will owe him such a debt.
And the rest of us owe him a debt, too, for showing us what humans can be at their best--even when faced with the worst sort of obstacles.
God, I'm going to miss him. He went too soon. He deserved to see his dream fulfilled. God, keep him gently with you. He's one of the true shining stars of the human race.
He was smart. He was kind. He was generous. He was a good man, and a wonderful actor. He was a consummate gentleman. And after his accident, he was so very, very brave. He was stronger than I could imagine anyone ever being in that situation and made me, for one, realize how very very brave and strong and courageous you have to be just to live what the rest of us call a "normal" life. He was determined. He was decisive. He was not afraid to stand up for what he believe and he was not afraid to fight. Even when he could not move his arms or legs, he only fought more.
He was...such a good person, such a good role model for anyone to look up to and try to emulate. It's too bad that more people didn't look up to him. It's too bad that there aren't more people like him to look up to.
It's a damned, damned shame that he didn't live long enough to see his dream realized. But, in the time he was fighting for it, he managed to bring that dream closer to fruition than anyone imagined possible. And every man, woman, or child who, having been injured and told that they are paralyzed for life, subsequently gets up and walks, it will be thanks to him. Each one of them, with their first step, should fall to their knees and say a prayer for him. All of them will owe him such a debt.
And the rest of us owe him a debt, too, for showing us what humans can be at their best--even when faced with the worst sort of obstacles.
God, I'm going to miss him. He went too soon. He deserved to see his dream fulfilled. God, keep him gently with you. He's one of the true shining stars of the human race.
