I've been preparing myself to end high school strong, but for two days I've been thinking of someone that I know. I don't know him personally but I feel like I've known him the whole time. His name was Steve Irwin, also known as 'The Crocodile Hunter.' It's been about 6 years since his life was taken away by a stingray's barb.
I remember the day of his death... hearing about it from my mom... the tears I shed... the broken heart... and the hope I felt was lost. It was the most painful and devastating event that took place. I felt like I had lost my friend and teacher.
I never wanted to believe that he was gone but I knew I couldn't lie to myself. Throughout my days of recovery, I've been hurt and asking questions in my mind, "Why did this happen? Why did he have to die?"
Ever since I was a little girl, I've been inspired by him and what he did to change the world. I never understood his phrase that he always said in his show, "Isn't he a little beauty?" about a crocodile until now. He loved all animals despite his fear of some of them. He had a strong heart for them as well as his family and friends. He wasn't just famous for animal conservation, but for being a loving family man, a wonderful comedian and a great teacher.
I will NEVER forget his work, love, passion, and enthusiasm. I will keep following his example as his family and friends will. His dream will NEVER die. It will live on forever and nothing can stop us from being Wildlife Warriors like he was. I know that he is proud of those who are keeping the dream alive by animal conservation. He will always be remembered.
