Crocodile Hunter Tears

Last night I watched the memorial service for Steve Irwin. It was very moving, equal parts humorous and sorrowful. The service featured clips of some of the hilarious moments of his TV shows, as well as heartfelt tributes by family and friends. I was especially touched by the tribute Steve’s daughter, Bindi, read. Her father would have been so proud of such a courageous little girl.

I have to admit that I have been a little bummed out since that Labor Day evening when I first saw the report of his death. I think it hit me hard because I was a few days away from my birthday, and realized I was just 5 years younger than Steve. And from all I have read, Steve was a very devoted family man, and my heart ached for his wife and children.

What I most admired about Steve Irwin was his ability as a teacher. It was easy to dismiss him as a daredevil, but in my opinion he was a first-rate teacher. He cared deeply about his subject, he had encyclopedic knowledge, and he communicated with enthusiasm, good humor, and passion. These are the hallmarks of truly great teachers.

The irony of Steve’s death is obvious. A man who gave everything to save and protect animals was killed by one. And yet that is the risk all good teachers must take. To care is to risk.