Post by robeiae on Sept 3, 2019 7:08:40 GMT -5
...or some similar sentiment. It's something we hear often. Probably far too often.
Recently:
Jessi Combs
Jordan Irons
Angelo Grubisic
Currently, there is the Dorian-related saga of storm-chaser Josh Morgerman, whose last communication--from Marsh Harbour--was just about two full days ago. Morgerman was in South Florida for Dorian, but at the last minute hoped a plane to Marsh Harbour, when Dorian started to shift. His m.o. is to get right where the eye makes landfall and report from there, the most dangerous location. He did that in Marsh Harbour and there's a lot of fear that he paid for it with his life.
I admit I'm checking in on Morgerman; I want him--and everyone else in the Bahamas--to be okay. At the same time, I can see what's ahead if he didn't make it: eulogies on how he was doing what he loved.*
That sentiment doesn't work with me, whether it's car-driving, base-jumping, storm-chasing, crocodile-hunting, or pretty much anything else. Is that because I'm missing something, that I lack the "passion" needed to risk my life "doing what I love"? I've been hang-gliding, surfing whitewater rafting, and a handful of other things that have a risk factor (fwiw, I really enjoy the rafting). But I sure as hell don't want to die doing any of these things. I want to die in the the same way Tyrion Lannister wants to die.
And in the moment, there's just way too much to experience still in life, too much to miss out on, to find some sort of solace in saying someone died doing what they loved.
Thoughts?
* Tangent: if he is okay, I hope he has the good sense to admit he pushed the envelope and not pump up what happened to him.
Recently:
Jessi Combs
US race car driver and television personality Jessi Combs has been killed in a crash while attempting to set a new land speed record.
Combs' family confirmed that she had died in a crash in a jet-powered car in south-east Oregon, but further details were not immediately released.
Combs' family confirmed that she had died in a crash in a jet-powered car in south-east Oregon, but further details were not immediately released.
Jordan Irons
Jordan Irons wouldn't want his death to stop people from pursuing extreme sports. That's one of the messages his family is sharing after the paraglider died from injuries sustained after a jump off the Stawamus Chief on Aug. 29.
The 40-year-old Burnaby resident died with his family by his side at Vancouver General Hospital Saturday night, his brother-in-law Chris Mercer said Monday.
The 40-year-old Burnaby resident died with his family by his side at Vancouver General Hospital Saturday night, his brother-in-law Chris Mercer said Monday.
Angelo Grubisic
A NASA scientist has died in a wingsuit base-jumping accident in Saudi Arabia, his family has confirmed. British professor Dr. Angelo Grubisic, 38, had been taking part in the jump on Tuesday when he was killed.
Extreme Sports Company, which has worked with the scientist, said that Angelo died while leading a group of three experienced wingsuiters on an eight-day trip to scout for new locations.
Extreme Sports Company, which has worked with the scientist, said that Angelo died while leading a group of three experienced wingsuiters on an eight-day trip to scout for new locations.
Currently, there is the Dorian-related saga of storm-chaser Josh Morgerman, whose last communication--from Marsh Harbour--was just about two full days ago. Morgerman was in South Florida for Dorian, but at the last minute hoped a plane to Marsh Harbour, when Dorian started to shift. His m.o. is to get right where the eye makes landfall and report from there, the most dangerous location. He did that in Marsh Harbour and there's a lot of fear that he paid for it with his life.
I admit I'm checking in on Morgerman; I want him--and everyone else in the Bahamas--to be okay. At the same time, I can see what's ahead if he didn't make it: eulogies on how he was doing what he loved.*
That sentiment doesn't work with me, whether it's car-driving, base-jumping, storm-chasing, crocodile-hunting, or pretty much anything else. Is that because I'm missing something, that I lack the "passion" needed to risk my life "doing what I love"? I've been hang-gliding, surfing whitewater rafting, and a handful of other things that have a risk factor (fwiw, I really enjoy the rafting). But I sure as hell don't want to die doing any of these things. I want to die in the the same way Tyrion Lannister wants to die.
And in the moment, there's just way too much to experience still in life, too much to miss out on, to find some sort of solace in saying someone died doing what they loved.
Thoughts?
* Tangent: if he is okay, I hope he has the good sense to admit he pushed the envelope and not pump up what happened to him.