It is shockingly sad to hear about Christopher Reeve's death. As a boy, I remembered watching the first Superman movie when it was released in 1979, and I would leave the theater pretending to fly like my childhood hero. During my high schools years, I was living in New York and my family always had a big interest in theater. So my folks and myself went to the New York City Shakesperean theater to get tickets for a show, when suddenly from the corner of my eye, I saw an tall man dressed in an outlandished green military uniform and he was cackling about as he headed for the snack bar. Clearly, this actor was taking a break from rehearsal. I didn't paid any attention to this stranger until, my father told me that that was Christopher Reeves.
At first, I didn't believe him, but I took a look anyway and there he was. I was filled with so much excitement that I rushed over to greet him, and asked him for his autograph. He did so, but with much arrogance and coldness. I thanked him and left, however, my brief encounter with Christopher Reeves left a sour taste in my mouth. He was not the Superman I thought he was. He had popped my balloon. But after his accident, Mr. Reeves publicly announced that he admited that he was very cocky and pompous about his success, and took everything for granted. He began to see life in a whole new spectrum and changed for the better.
When I learned of this, my opinion of him changed as well. I admired him for his honesty and praised him in his goal of eventually walking again. I just wished I had a second opportunity to tell him in person. Still, I take great pleasure that I had the honor to meet him and his inspiration will give all of us the courage to overcome obstacles and get together as a whole people, without regard to race, sex, religion, age, disability, etc. I tip my hat off to you, Christopher Reeves. You truly are Superman. May your spirit soar through the stars and beyond.
Whitestar