I met a Mara named Die, and not one of our visible lifelines intersected. But more than a few invisible ones did. He was my friend.
We drifted down the bilharzia filled Tana to the Indian Ocean as the tide was falling too low to turn when the call came to circle back again. The banks were too high and the water too low, so the hull scraped the bottom and threw our 40 foot steamer on it’s side. I thought I saw nature all around me just watching the horrible accident unfold… crocodiles, hippos, monkeys. But, they were all just animals.
I ran up the boat as it rotated, until it flipped completely upside down and I found myself standing on it’s bottom, right next to the hull that was pointing up to the sky. I heard a panicked scream and saw Die holding on to the tip of the slippery painted rudder that was barely jutting out from the back of the boat.
He couldn’t swim.
I jumped in.
When I arrived at his side he viciously clawed at me and pulled me under to try and keep his nose and mouth from pulling water. Under I went. I held my breath until I freed myself. I came up behind him. I wrenched the collar of his 1917 Belgian Army jacket tightly around his neck and propelled him to the partially exposed railing of the flipped steamer. He hugged that railing with both arms like a mother hugs a child returning from war.
He hugged himself.
In that moment of truth he would have traded me for that hug. There’s nothing he wouldn’t have exchanged to save his life, including my own.
Nature. That was his, and it had been watching the whole time.
Such a great story of bravery and sacrifice. There are not to many people in this world that risk their own lives to save the life of another and even though people come face to face with someone in need of help they walk away but in that moment of need u decide the type of person your going to be and the legacy you want to leave behind ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ #ninjasean
Captain Flanery I see now that yes in a short story you can explain the root of life, death, and nature…..for I fully believe you saw all three in those few (most likely felt like endless) moments in that river in the Congo.
Luckily your nature was stronger than his and you saved both your lives that day. (I will say that I do have a feeling that after being in those waters there has to be a story of shots and test to make sure you didn’t contract some horrible water born illness! But I’m sure that’s another epic story)
There was. Painful needles!!
No details needed. I enjoyed reading it and I have a lot of thoughts to process. Thank you for this
Wow what a story Sean. As always gives me food for thought .. Thank you for sharing that!
Nice intro! I like it already!
Sounds like an interesting adventure! What brought you to the Congo?
Once again you changed someone life just by being you’re kind hearted self.
You really are one of life’s Angels x please never change xx
Sometimes you don’t have to be in the mood for details, Flanery. It’s illustrative as it is. And some of us know the whole story. You’ve told it before, elsewhere. Nice reminder of nature, life, & death tho. Thanks for posting. When yer drowning, sometimes there is a helping hand. And I’m not referring to water. Much love to you, Ninja!!! xoxo
Once again. An amazing post! I love reading your stories, they always make me think. Like I’m sure you did after this happened.
You write really beautifully, Sean.I love the way your words draw me in as if I were right there in that moment.
Thank you so much for sharing.
Sometimes it´s not needed to write down more details. Thank u so much for sharing this with us.
Hugs from Germany
Sometimes all the details aren’t needed, you have the power with your writing to get the meaning across either way…And you jumping in to save him with no regards for your own safety/life was in your nature, just proves what an amazing person you are, not that I ever doubted it…AND I’m so glad u made it out too, thanks for sharing with us, I always enjoy reading
Truth and life make for a very powerful story. A story which you tell with just the right amount of details.
Thrilling, Great reading …..as always !!
That sounds like it was terrifying. I know I would have been scared to death. Die was very blessed to have you there to save him, and there are times when you just don’t need details. I really enjoy your blog, thanks for sharing.
Beautifully narrated, well-paced. The font was a little hard to read—though it matches the content to be sure—and once I got past it, the story flowed nicely. (Is it a true story?) I could see a little book of these being published, not unlike Adichie’s “The Thing Around Your Neck.”
I will look into reading that. Thanks!
I won’t pretend to understand, and I don’t suppose I really need to. I’m saving this one anyway. I don’t feel like beautiful is the right word, but it’s the one that comes to mind. That’s a heavy moment to share with strangers.
I wish I would’ve learned to recognize and accept people’s true natures when I was younger. May have saved me a lot of grief. And yet, I am still hopeful that most people are good. Hopeful, but not as trusting perhaps.
Beautifully written as always no details needed here. Knowing what you mean and picturing the images in ones mind just from your words is all that is needed here.
So I gather… you’ve been jumping in to save people (even from themselves) for a while now. I’ll never forget the time you’ve spent giving me words of encouragement/guidance. I need to (once again) start clinging to my life/health/dreams as tightly as that hug you mentioned. I’m always grateful for you being the one who knows how to “swim” (substitute “swim” with “win at life”). Instead of just rescuing me (and others) you teach us to “swim” on our own. (See aforementioned definition.) I may go underl the water on occasion, but I will always resurface to where the sun – like me – is Shining… Thanks again for sharing. <3
This story is so honest and a true reflection of human nature. I love it!
An observation of Human Nature at its most poignant. There are not too many people blessed with the gift of seeing the raw animals we truly are. You are blessed my friend. Namaste.
First thing you’re told, if you are becoming a coast guard, is that someone who is feared of drowning might be in such panic, he will pull you under water only to get to breathe…That was exact your situation, right?!
In situations humans are really scared to loose there lives, is it human nature, not to care about what or who stands in our way to keep it?!
I want to believe, I had a choice in such an extreme situation, but would I?
Would it matter, WHO is this I’d perhaps trade for my own life?
Would I recognize my friend, my brother or even my own child at this particular moment?
Or are we pure instinct and nature in such a dangerous sitation?
And am I able to decide this without ever had been in it?
What do you think Sean?
Are there perhaps these situations, we are not the rational and caring humans we are so proud to be, but only pure nature?
Darwins law touching our own life?
Interesting philosophy mind play or only silly thoughts…don’t know… But you see, you keep my mind working even with the tiniest story…and this I really appreciate!!
Love to you, Sean…always
…no more details needed!
Great story Boss!!!! Was it The Congo where you gave away your Walkman and tapes? IF it is, didn’t they give you handmade necklaces? Were there 2 or 3? Wonder what they were thinking, listening to Zeppelin for the first time, much less ‘rock music’. In ’92, I was a bored grocery store clerk. You should’ve called… I definitely needed something more exciting in my life, besides the new ad of the week!!!! lol
There were 5.
It’s not always the “details,” sometimes it’s just the defining moments and experiences, and the impressions they leave on you. 🙂 I only discovered your blog recently, but have been touched by many of your posts. Keep ‘me coming! Your insight and stories are inspiring! <3
And sometimes details aren’t needed. Love you, Cap!
Beautiful, but don’t know I would feel sad a little.
Sometimes, we don’t need details. ❤
I know the feeling
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Beautiful, but don’t know *why* I would feeling sad a little
Loved it as I have all the blogs you post. Sometimes details are not really required. I am very confident you can understand what I mean.
In situations, humans are really scared to loose there lives, is it human nature, not to care about, what or who stands in our way to keep it?!
(Did Die´s reaction surprise you or did you expect it?)
I want to believe, that I had any choice, but would I?! Would it matter, WHO this is, I´d perhaps trade for my own live? Would I recognize my friend, my brother or even my own child at this particular moment? Or are we pure instinct and nature at such a danger?
And am I able to decide this, without ever had been in this situation?
What do you think Sean? There are these situations, we are not the rational and caring humans, we are so proud to be, right? Where Darwin punches us in the face….Interesting philosophy mind play or only silly thoughts…don´t know…But you see, you keep my mind working with the tiniest Story…and I appreciate this so much!!
Love to you, Sean….always!!
…no more details needed!
(Did you and Die ever talk about..?)
Dam fine story…ah the adventures life leads us on some times.
Saving someone from literally drowning is some scary shit. Been there.
I kinda like the “CliffsNotes version” too. I quite often remark “land the plane, already.”
Thx for sharing your words of wisdom. xxoo
Just curious, how long have you had your dad’s shades?
Many of the things you say feel just beyond my grasp. I’m working on this, thinking hard ,and digging a little .
Some people look out for number one in a crisis. Some people have greater good in their hearts and want it for everyone. I aim to be a person who jumps in and does the right thing when help is needed. Let me never drag down someone that is helping me, or someone else. Also I want to be humble enough to feel grateful for the help.
or the lesson is not to let a drowning man drown you while you save his life. will be chewing on this story for a while. Thank you xo
I wonder What he had been thinking at that time… And I think “if”. if you was not jumped. but, “if” it not. true is there, and we thinking “if”. maybe think it has meaning. It is also same, about you not say the details. Thank you for sharing spectacular event and also personal this story.
You have such a beautiful way with words. Thank you for sharing. Amazing story
Sean- I just spent the last 2 hrs talking, laughing & sharing stories with the most important man in my life. You may have heard about this dood once or twice. This same man lost both of his sisters this very way. Clenching on for dear life, they both lost their lives-6 & 9 years of age. In lieu of flowers & gifts, funeral attendees donated money to build a maternity ward in Liberia they named Caroline-Ruth Hall. It was later destroyed by revolution, but the man always described his sisters’ death as an opportunity for so many new lives to emerge in to this world & how the circle, that beautiful circle, always seems to be turning. I don’t need to go into any more detail about how- just now- this story resonates. Thank you.
Details not needed here to come away with some great nuggets of wisdom and insight into human nature and human beings. Love it, Sean. Thanks for letting us ride shotgun down memory lane.
So many remarkable adventures in one life time.
Great visual, sometimes less is more. Too many details can take away from the moment. I pictured you running up the bottom as it capsized. I’ve only recently found your blog, I have found it very interesting. Thank you for sharing. Maria
What is it that compels a man to rush into a burning building to save someone? Or to jump on train tracks to drag a person to safety as a train barrels down on them? It’s the very same thing that compels a man to jump in the water to save a drowning man. It’s bravery. It’s heroism. It’s a noble and selfless act.
Now Sean, I know you’d say it was just the right thing to do because THAT is your nature. (Truth be told, your integrity is one of my most favorite things about you). But your concise story actually proved something I already knew. You are a true hero in every sense of the word. I’m very proud to call you my friend. Much love to you and God bless.
You did what most people should do more of within this world. I believe that our nature has been blinded by so many other things that we really don’t even need. You honestly are a hero and a very good human being. No matter what you say. You are. We love you for that and for what you are, in all forms. Thank you for being “Sean.” <3
*ps. thank you for that amazing picture, what episode of Indy was this??*
*pss..Thank you for showing your nipples. (haha)
Powerful story, Sean. I’m glad you’re still here to tell it.
Compelling… this thing called life. It’s a beautiful ride. Keep shinin for all of us, Sean, the smiles are appreciated.
I have a circular pheonix tattooed on my shoulder blade. It protects three eggs. No one knows the details but me, because I am the only one that was there for all of it. And generally, I don’t share. But everyone that gets to see it, gets the picture, and I still rise again, every time.
When it comes to the question of Life or Death there are no details needed.
Good story. More people should be like you are!
Thanks for making my world shine!
Love your stories, keep them coming.
Sean, you are a gifted writer. Your blog is a pleasure and a gift to read. I find you to be such an interesting person who finds it easy to share himself with others and we greatly benefit. Thanks for sharing and continuing to inspire. Reading your blog is like talking to an old friend. Familiar, comfortable and always entertaining.
Such a wonderful story!
Captures an essence and a truth. Nature. Thank you again, Sean! God bless.
I love your writing. You take a dark, empty stage and BAM! follow spot. You can’t not pay attention.
Thanks for the story, I greatly enjoyed reading it. Such a simple, yet powerful read about nature. I’m glad I started reading your writings and found your website. I now see you as you are, not just a boondock saint. I look forward to reading more of your stories and inspirational thoughts. Thank you. I hope to meet you one day, maybe learn some Brazilian Jiu Jitsu from you one day. I’ve been training in martial arts for many years now, in multiple styles, I have yet to learn Jiu Jitsu. Do you study in any other forms? Please don’t stop shining until tomorrow. Much Love – C
Great story! I myself almost drowned when I was 6yrs old. My brother & my neighbor& me were swimming at that time I was living in Colorado Springs,Co. Anyways I saw this older girl swimming in the deep part of the pool& she was doing headstands under water & I say ” “I can do that” so I tried it I took a deep breath & I wasn’t aware of how deep I was in the water! I sank all the way to the bottom, I couldn’t breathe nobody knew I was drowning! Then finally I felt myself go back to the top! Idk how it happened nobody was even near me, nobody even knew I was drowning. I asked my brother if he was the one who saved me he said “no I didn’t even know u were”… somebody saved me that day…I just don’t know who it was??
I still maintain both jack and rose could’ve balanced on that wood.
Speaking from the other point of view- I was saved from drowning by a kind stranger (parent of a schoolmate) when I was 14. You’re right. The details don’t matter from that perspective, either. All that mattered that day was being alive. Here’s to the kindness and bravery of those who are willing to risk it all for others.
I always bother your stories from the english translated into german, but I do it gladly. Your stories touch me always. Thank you for the small fine story. Sorry for my bad english.
I look forward to more stories from you. Keep it up! You are awesome. God bless and shine…until tomorrow! Love greetings from Marlene.
You are welcome! My pleasure.
😀 :3 <3 Awesome! :3
Amazing story Sean. It is one that you shared at the panel in Boston last June. It was captured on video and is on YouTube. I watch it all the time…I enjoy you sharing stories such as this one with us at cons and at panels, as I am sure all true SPF fans do….Thanks so much for sharing parts of your life with us….God Bless and Godspeed.
What an amazing, powerful story! I want to have more people around the world read your blog.
you are so talented and you are such an amazing writer! I love your thinking, creativity, approach, passion and your use of words! Thanks for sharing with us such great read. xo
Great story of fighting for somebody else’s life despite the racial, cultural or any other differences. It’s a good lesson to all of us… Many thanks from Ukraine
Great story all ur stories blogs thoughts are great xx
It’s not easy to express my thoughts in a different language, but I’ll try.
Do you believe in fate, Sean? I think it was fate that you were there at the right time in the right place to save the life of Die. And I believe there was a guardian angel around both of you…
Reading your story one of my all time favorite movies came to my mind : ‘It’s a wonderful life’ with the amazing James Stewart. He plays this ‘ What if, when….’ in this beautiful life-affirming way. Our lives are connected and often we aren’t aware of it.
And yesterday I thought: What if both….
I am so happy you( and maybe Die) are still among us.
You announced this beautiful tiny story about life, death and nature with my RT on Twitter ( I’m @steffi6810 ), so I feel a special connection to this one…
Thank you for inspiring me to think!
Lots of love from Germany!
Bravo Sean once again dazzled us with a powerful story of humanity, bravery, inner strength and the ability to overcome seemingly situations. You are a man of many talents. Now get back to shenanigans you and Norman pull on each other. Oh and I’m sure inquiring minds are differing too know if the housekeeper got lucky off scared the shot out of you! Hahaha
Touching story which doesn’t need more explanation or word. Thanks for sharing it with us.
The picture is priceless. 😉 Take care, Sean. xx
Happy National Donut Day ❤
Sean- One of the best feelings in the world is making a difference, big or small in someone else’s life. I’ve worked EMS now for almost ten years and I can say I’ve made differences both large and small in many people’s lives. I’ve held the hand of a premature baby that met this world in the back of my ambulance and I’ve tried to save many people that God took from my hands. I’ve watched people fall apart and I’ve been there, a stranger, to help them pick up their pieces. I’m addicted to my job, because I think everyone should know the joy and enlightenment that comes with saving a life. My Captain once told me that, “If God chooses to take people from this world He’s going to take them, I’m only there to give Him time to change His mind.” God Bless Sean.
Great story Sean you are an unique person who fight for their dreams and values thanks for sharing with us!!! you are an awesome teacher!!! LOVE YOU FRIEND!!!
Even though this story was short it was a very strong message. Your stories NEVER get old. Which reminds me…..any updates on your book? Can’t wait to get my hands on that 🙂
Food for thought, Sean, thank you. 🙂
I would like to think that jumping in the water (either literally, like you did, or figuratively) to save someone in need, is an instinct, just as trying to save yourself no matter who or what is in your way or why they are there, but sadly, this isn’t true for everyone. It is interesting to see how different various people react to situations though.
Let me tell you a little story as well… I haven’t talked about this in a long time, I’m not sure my husband even knows about this and we’ve been together for 8 1/2 years. Your story made me think about it though so I figured I’d share. I apologize for this novel in advance. 😛
Thirteen years ago I witnessed someone’s hand being crushed by a hydraulic log splitter. Damn thing pushed 6 tons, the poor guy’s hand never stood a chance… Besides me and the victim, there were the victim’s best friend (my ex), and another friend who happened to be a firefighter.
Now, as a side note, I will faint at the slightest sight of blood, and even talking about it makes me shiver all over and want to throw up. I was just a 19 year old, never had any first aid courses, and I had no idea what to do in case of major blood loss or traumatic injury.
When this happened there obviously was blood everywhere. His hand basically just exploded and every bone in there was crushed. My ex freaked out and the firefighter was absolutely stunned and just stood there. I was the only one thinking clearly, and totally running on autopilot I started barking commands (and anyone that knows me knows that I am a very soft-spoken and quiet person); I sent the firefighter in the house to call 911, took my shirt off and wrapped it around the victim’s hand tightly, sat him down in my car, and told my ex to stand next to him holding his crushed hand in the air. I sat in the car next to him and talked about god knows what, I just kept asking him questions and engaging him to keep him conscious. Once the paramedics loaded him up and drove off, I passed out.
The victim had surgery and my ex and I went to see him once he was allowed to have visitors. The first thing he said to me was “You saved my life.”. This totally shocked me, because I never saw it that way, and to this day I still don’t. To me, I just did what any other person should do in someone else’s time of need. I didn’t even think about what happened until afterwards, and I truly have no idea where all that came from…
Anyway, what I was getting at with this story, is that everyone’s nature is different, and oftentimes, someone’s nature can even be totally opposite from their personality. What I find interesting is that I feel like the firefighter and I sort of reversed roles from what we would have been expected to do, looking at our personalities and experiences.
There’s a “dirty” ending to this story as well, which also has a lot to do with people’s nature; the victim ended up suing my ex because it was his log splitter, (Totally unnecessary in my opinion, since the health care system he had was wonderful and everything was paid for; he had paid sick leave; both my ex and I helped him where ever we could, groceries, cleaning, driving him around, etc.; and actually this whole thing was his own fault for not paying attention… But I guess that’s a totally different story.) and we all kind of “lost each other” after that. Needless to say, I am sad about that, but again, I guess it’s also human nature to try to blame someone else and try to gain from a bad situation, so I can’t really blame him. Nature is ALWAYS watching, and it’s always waiting for a chance to show itself.
Glad you came out of your adventure safe and sound, and thank you for sharing your story. And you said “But, they were all just animals.”. Let me ask you this; Aren’t we all? 🙂
Since this is my first time reading one of your stories, I have to say even without detail to me it’s an amazing story that you would risk your life like that. It’s awesome and inspiring to know that anyone has the balls to risk your life to save another.
Another great story Sean! Short but with a lot of meaning behind it. Sadly there aren’t a lot of people that would have done what you did. And in the Congo it’s all about survival. But I’m sure there’s not a day that goes by that he doesn’t think of you and thank the stars for your gift of life and the kindness you showed him…
Another wonderful story!! I have heard you talk about this story at a con before but never heard all of it, until now! Sometimes you don’t need all of the details especially when you are telling the story! Your a wonderful person with the kindest soul I’ve ever known and it takes a lot of courage my friend to jump in and save a drowning victim, you did it! And you save more drowning people than you realize and I’m not talking about being in the water. You give so much and help so many that I really hope you know how much we appreciate you for doing so and I hope we give just as much love and kindness right back to you and you feel it! I’m honored to know you and honored to have met you my friend because your rare! God Bless, much love and thanks for showing me how to Shine Until Tomorrow
Short and to the point. Great post.
Simplicity can be one of the most beautiful and powerful ways to express something. Explanations and other detail’s need not to be applied. Shine on brother ! Thank you for sharing a beautifully expressed and powerful / impacting story.
As always you paint with words and put me right by your side as the story unfolds. I love seeing Shine until tomorrow pop up in my email and love following you on twitter (@Chell45). You are such am amazing writer and person. xoxo
Sean, I love this. So simple, so powerful. Thank you for sharing with us.
Such a pleasant memory. Thank you for sharing, Sean!
You’re words and stories rip feelings right out of me. This tale is no exception.
I’m a fan of less details. The reader can put their own in; to make the story their own in a way that relates to them and resonates insides them. Sometimes less is more and the reader feels he or she can connect deeper to you.
I liked this blog , at the bottom, sometimes im not in the mood for details,, i appreciate that statement , and n i feel it is a bolder meaning then the bolg . I have a hard time geting my chi centerd lately.. so this helps . Love and respect as always
Wonderful story, Sean… Sometimes our minds can fill in the details very well……
Sean, you were and are a brave soul. I admire you so much. You teach most of us what it truly means to be a human being. How to love yourself and others. You give us strength that reaches beyond our own personal world. You are precious. I will always admire, love and continue to learn any and everything you have and will share with us. RESPECT
Your blog keeps on giving! Not only are you an outstanding writer, but also an extraordinary man, inside and out. Much love to you.
No deatails needed..,.love this interesting story ..thank u for ur stories and inspiration
Sean, I wanted to thank you. You saved a drowning boy and you helped me save myself. Being able to say everything that I did… it meant to world to me, and even more so that you never responded. I know that might sound strange but just being able to say it all with getting somebody’s sympathy, moral outrage, or worse their pity. I never wanted that. I just needed to be able to say what needed to be said. I had gotten so bad that; although I was never suicidal, there was a brief (BRIEF) moment that I thought my would be easier if I wasn’t here anymore. That thought was the kick in that ass I needed to finally get it all out it the open. I can’t afford professional help, but this was all the help I needed. So thank you, from the very depths of my heart and soul thank you. Thank you for doing nothing and allowing me to say what needed to be said. There is one other thing I wanted to leave for you (as a type of recompense). It was a poem that I wrote 2 years ago. “R.M.I.Y.D. Remember Me In Your Dreams) I had to say goodbye to you today/ It was the hardest thing I ever had to do/ I buried you today/ I buried a piece of my heart with you/ I dreamed of you last night/ I woke with tears in my eyes/ I thought of you today/ I smiled through the pain/ I will miss you forever/ I will love you always/ I will Remember You in my Dreams. Thank you again for everything. I pray you have peace and happiness all the rest of your life.
You are an amazing writer! Your writing sends me on an emotional trip that clicks on my imagination. It was mind-blowing. I was very moved by this piece. You bring so much of the real life, the tangible good shit and express it so full-heartedly in your writing. Sending Shining LIGHT and LOVE to YOU!
Thank you for the kindness… and I’m glad you enjoyed!
Your blog is incredibly hilarious, insightful, and inspiring. Please keep up the good work! We all look forward to your next post!
And thank you for being so interactive with your fans – it’s very refreshing!
Glad you dig! … very grateful.
No mention of a Candiru blocking your important bits, thank goodness. Something I have heard all my life, not about ME of course, seems to fit you : “You just aren’t right”… Well it is actually “you ain’t right”, but bad grammar is offensive to my sensibilities.
This story like so many of yours is very thought provoking. You are an interesting and inspiring man. I can’t wait for another one. Thanks
I’m glad I end up in this place. Well I think I never was one to flatter and I’m one to respect and esteem for every single person when possible, so I think this is an important place for the author, such a treasure chest for him.
I like literature and reading and I liked so much attend classical and contemporary plays in theaters (no showbiz,some comedy,no musicals… and no cinema,no tv) at least twice a week as long as it
was possible. By the way, This Blog is Worth Reading for Many Reasons.
Even if, honestly, I can’t quite tell I like all things I happen to read or attend and here’s the same but the Blog Worth it and that’s the Fact, the point !!!
Also, another reason of writing is the subtext in my lines regarding my considerations and observations about (not only culture and literature) authors and playwriting, about acting, actress, actors and public (without necessarily labeling anyone or giving only one label) in Europe or United States. Sorry for grammar, English isn’t my first language.
Thanks to Sean Patrick Flanery !!! and have always a great care of yourself and the same for everyone is reading.
When I was child, my grandmother and I were visiting my great grandparents. She heard of a local tragedy that had occurred. A friend of my grandmother’s had lost one of her grandsons in a drowning death. She decided to stop by on our way home to offer any help that was needed, or just heart felt sympathy. As we entered the house, we noticed an opened casket displayed in the den. My grandmother told me not to go in, but being curious I slipped away while the two were talking in the kitchen. I saw this blond headed boy. His skin was so white and his lips a little off color. He was dressed in a blue suit. I can not recall the color of his tie, or much detail of his heavenly bed. I remember wishing he could jump up and go play with me, because I was so bored. He was a beautiful boy. I wished I had known him. On the way home, I asked my grandmother how he had drowned. She told me he had been swimming with his aunt and cousin. The two boys had gone out too far and were swept away by the water. The aunt could only save one, and she chose to save her own child. That horrified me. I wondered what his last thoughts were. He was raised by his grandmother, as I was raised by mine. No real parents involved, you see. It left much room for thought.
Nature is undefeated.
This must have happened while shooting the Young Indiana Jones episode ‘Congo/Oganga, the Giver and Taker of Life’, where Indy met Albert Schweitzer.
Am I right?
What a coincidence: this happened to you while shooting an episode where Indy learned something about the ‘Reverence for Life’!!!
‘The hope for the future…lies only in the human heart.’ That is awesome!
This episode is one of my favorites and you are right: Friedrich von Thun is really like the Jack Nicholson of Germany! I grew up with him. And he’s still shooting movies for cinema & TV.
They did an amazing job hiring him because he looks exactly like the real Albert Schweitzer.
I agree. He was amazing!
Oganga is still among my favorites. I think we all have Die and Sean on the Tana within us — one struggling for safety, the other for purpose and meaning. The Tana River is another version of the 50-ft Python rope hanging from the ceiling of a school gymnasium. “The desire for safety stands against every great and noble enterprise” (Tacitus), and sometimes we all need a little duct tape (Sean). Thanks for being mine. I loved MacGyver, but it was Young Indy who made a world full of heroism, adventure and idealism seem possible even for a girl.
Thank you… glad you enjoyed!
The community here is remarkable. I’ve been moved by the other blog posts and comments, but I keep coming back to this one. I’ve been watching Young Indy again, which has felt like revisiting my past. I was Young Indy’s age when the series premiered. I wanted so much to be like Indy, in full pursuit of a life of passion, purpose, and conscience. I wonder now, Did I fulfill this? Did I come close? I’m reminded of these words from “Treasure of the Peacock’s Eye”: “So why would you put off your dream, chasing something that you don’t really need?” Or, how long will you cling to the safety of a sinking boat? No longer, I hope to say, when I face myself in another episode of Young Indy.
Let it sink… and swim as fast as you can!