The Death of Steve Irwin
Posted September 5, 2006
The current death of Steve Irwin has caused me to ponder the abstracts of life that most only seldom see, or ponder. I feel, often in life, as an observer of things. I suddenly feel as though that nice car I was considering purchasing yesterday, the day of Steve's death, is no longer of importance. Of all things to cause death, why by stingray? The percent liklihood alone to die while swimming with the stingray was very miniscule. Especiallly when compared to other animals that Irwin came in contact with. Some of my friends told me that this was mainly caused by the fact that Steve was out of his element. Then, there's the "what goes around comes around" theory, referring back to when Steve held his son in front of the crocodile way back. But all in all, his death was caused by a freak accident. Only one explaination is really possible: it was his time. It would have been sadder had Steve died due to his own stupidity, like being eaten by a croc, or something like that. But he should not have died by stingray. The situation makes me wonder what Steve's relationship with God was like. I mean, to have studies these creatures as he did, he would have to know that there was a creator! I really don't know the answer to that. He left behind two kids and a wife. His kids will never really know their daddy. But, one good thing about this is that they have all the videotapes in the world with which to get to know him. It's just really sad to have lost a father while doing what he loved best. It may seem strange, but I do mourn his death. I feel as though I've lost a friend, even though I had no personnel relationship with the man. I think one reason I mourn so is that I don't know whether he went to heaven or hell. Only God knows his relationship, but I hope with all that is in me, that he was a christian man...
