As a writer, I have writers I admire. As a reader, I have authors I admire. Celebrities some, others not…. yet.
Same with my face to face encounters of those well-known. I have met two Presidents of the United States, one would be president of the same, and one Kennedy for who it remains to be seen. I met Ronald Reagan, Steve Allen and Robert Goulet, all in the same space.
Did any of them change my life? I mean no slight on any of their accomplishments, but I say no. My american idol’s came from completely different venues. They stand out for me. Not for worldly achievements, but for what they did for me, seemingly without intention or effort.
One I remember in particular is a person who lived in filth. A person who seemed to have limited mental capacity. A person physically impaired. Much of how this person appeared to me, challenged me. I reached out, but not all the time. On days where their body odor was particularly bothersome, I didn’t always go the full distance for them.
One day they fell down a stairs in their home. The hospital called me to view the body. I stood there thinking I wish I had done more.
It is how I feel about many I have met. I consider this good. People who challenge me are american idols beyond celebrity.