What job would you like for your children? This question or some facsimile of it was recently posed in my dad bloggers group.
If this question were asked directly to children themselves, how many would say athletes, musicians, or actors/actresses? I’d say at least 50%. Sound reasonable?
And why not want such a life? Doesn’t it seem glorious?
You are adored by millions who are intrigued by your every move and word. You have the wealth to do nearly anything you want. You are surrounded by beautiful people who are also living fantastic lives.
Or that’s how it all seems.
While watching the Pathetic Bowl err I mean Super Bowl on Sunday, I got a little bored. Well, at least I showed up – unlike the Broncos. Seriously, was that the most pathetic Super Bowl ever?
Anyway, I got bored during the Super Bowl and therefore went online. While going to check my email, I noticed Yahoo’s top stories.
Unlike most of Yahoo’s headlines, the one I saw on Sunday during the Super Bowl shocked me: Philip Seymour Hoffman found dead in his apartment.
I have enjoyed many of his films. The movie that especially sticks out to me is “Almost Famous.” I loved the movie and thought he was excellent. Anyway, I enjoyed his movies as he’s an excellent actor.
I’m far from the only one who respected Mr. Hoffman for his acting skills. He won an Oscar for Capote, was nominated three times for Best Supporting Actor, and also received three Tony Award nominations for his work in theater. Clearly, Mr. Hoffman was talented at his craft.
Mr. Hoffman lived in Greenwich Village and was apparently ‘one of the guys’ there. According to a New York Times Article, he was “an ambassador of sorts for Greenwich Village.” It was “a common sight to neighbors as he pushed a stroller, smoked a cigarette on a stoop or offered directions to a lost tourist.”
Despite being separated from his companion Mimi O’Donnell, the father of three seemed to have a good life.
He was well paid, well known, greatly respected, and seemingly content. All the things society says we should strive for.
Yet, Philip Seymour Hoffman according to the same New York Times Article “died by all accounts, an addict’s death.”
He died alone on his bathroom floor dressed in his underwear with a needle still stuck in his arm and many drug-filled baggies next to him.
Think about that. Picture it in your mind.
Imagine you could see yourself after you’ve died. Think of the sight that Hoffman would have seen.
I don’t think an ending could be more inglorious.
So sad, so pathetic.
According to the article noted above and other sources, Mr. Hoffman had been clean for twenty plus years.
Then last year, he admitted to suffering a drug relapse in 2012. It began with him popping prescription pain pills. He again went to rehab. He never could completely quit the drugs and alcohol after that.
What a shame, a pity, and a waste.
What do I want for my kids? I want them to be strong, confident, self-assured, and fulfilled. I want them to have family and friends who they know they can count on. I want them to know that life can be challenging and frustrating and hard and difficult. But they should also know that life is beautiful and a blessing, and they should strive to make the most of every situation.
Celebrity? The heck with celebrity.
Rest in peace Philip Seymour Hoffman.
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