Whitney Houston died today. Yet another talent most likely lost to drugs. And the whole world is in shock, grieving and crying.
Except for me.
There is no denying Ms Houston was an amazingly talented woman. With 415 awards, she was the most awarded female artist in history. And she was the only artist in history to have 7 consecutive hits. And deservedly so. Yes, this woman was definitely an extraordinary talent.
And now she’s dead. At 48 years of age.
Now, what I am going to say is not going to go down well with many people, but since this is my blog I am entitled to say whatever I want. And if anyone gets offended, I am terribly sorry. You’ll get over it though – no one ever died from being offended.
Millions of people are crying over the death of a woman who most likely died as a result of substance abuse. Yes, I know – substance abuse is a disease. And yes, I know – substance abuse ruins families. Of this I am sure. But let’s face it, she made the choice to take those drugs, to put that powder up her nose. No one forced her, she could have said no. Saying NO is actually easy, believe it or not. NO! See, there it is, that was so easy to say. I have been saying no my whole life. I have never, ever had any sort of drug because that word, NO, has always been easy to say.
Yes, what happened to Ms Houston is a tragedy. And I truly feel for her family, as they are the ones who suffering now. But there are greater tragedies in the world that no one cries over.
Do you see that picture above? That is my son, James. He is turning 8 in May, and he is the light of my life. Absolutely perfect in every way but one. And you all know what that is. Chances are, my son will be lucky to live to 20, and if he does make it to 20 then he most likely won’t live much past it. He’s dying. And there are so many others like him, not only suffering from Duchenne, but childhood cancer and Cystic Fibrosis and brain tumours and so many other diseases. There are also millions of children living in poverty in the third world, who would give anything for a bowl of rice. So many children dying, so many children who will never have the opportunity to grow up and have consecutive number one hits, or even just to drive a car or go to school. So many children who would give anything just to make a choice about what they will be when they grow up, and learn from their mistakes.
Ms Houston’s family tried to save her, but she didn’t want to be saved. My family can’t save James, and yet he wants so badly to live. She made her choice, James doesn’t have a choice.
So which one do you think is the real tragedy now?
A woman, with so much to give, and who had so much to live for, threw her life away by taking drugs. And I am not denying that it is sad. But what is sadder is that she had the opportunity to live, and she chose badly, whereas others will never even have that choice.
So today, I am crying. But I cry every day and it’s not for a talented diva who threw her life away. It’s for that little boy in the photo above who wants a life. And it’s a life he can’t have. That’s the real tragedy.