promethean75 wrote:I could've saved her. What she needed was me in her life. I'm a suicide intervention machine, bro.
Karpel Tunnel wrote:I can't say I felt strongly about Kobe Bryant. I recognize his greatness on the court and he seemed to be potentially a decent guy off court - which is not necessarily common, since you have to be obssessed to get a very specific set of skills like he did. Horrible that his daughter died with him, as such things are horrible when they happen to anyone, poor or rich, skilled or not.
But I have been thinking that part of the horror of this event - apart from the star identification and worship - is that he had it made compared to pretty much everyone. He was incredibly rich. We was loved. He had managed to make the hard transition from sport to his next phase of life, not easy. He had things he wanted to do and was passionately engaged in (it seems) and he had a family that seems to having been going well.
So, what we see is someone who had managed to lift himself out of all the shit we deal with.
And yet, he gets smacked down, dead.
So, it puts all our struggles in a context where no one is safe. We know this of course in the thinky bits of our brainpans, but this kind of death brings it home. It's certainly no worse a death than someone who is less famous and skilled, but it highlights how even the most driven, organized, talented, skilled, flexible, loved person has not (at least seemingly) extricated him or herself from
the core situation.
I think that is the underlying shock for those who did not specifically know or worship him or were not particularly interested in basketball. How unsafe we are, if even the kings can be flyswatted out of existence. (if that's what death is)
It would be very similar for me if Michael Jordan died. I have little feeling for him. Some famous basketball players would carry a bit more weight. Like Magic Johnson, say. Muhammad Ali did from the sports world. Musicians stand a much greater chance of affecting me if I loved their work. I felt quite sad when Robin Williams died and I realized it was not because I was especially a fan - I wasn't - but through parts of his performances he called up and archetype of a caring father gestalt. I have no particular sense either way that he was one, but piece of different performance raised the presence of this, and this is what I mourned
since we are at least in large part hallucinating these famous people we do not know.
Heath Ledger, Phillip Seymor Hoffman, Stanley Kubrik, and others, some dying like Kobe fairly young some not, also affected me, though around the loss of talent or someone who, ongoing, deepened my experience of life. Likewise writers and other artists.
And yet, he gets smacked down, dead.
MagsJ wrote:Because 6 is too many for a helicopter, and in doing so sealed their own fate?
I thought of this, when watching the story break on the news, but our thoughts can’t save them now.
promethean75 wrote:Y'all ain't even gonna say any words for Kenny Rogers?
Because of Kenny Rogers alone, we know when to hold em... know when to fold em... know when to walk away... and know when to run. But how easily you forget this wisdom and show no appreciation for the man who brought it to us.
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