Steve Irwin, the lovable, daring, enthusiastic, naturalist that will always be known as the "Crocodile Hunter" has died, doing the very thing that he loved--being part of an adventure. I'm, extremely saddened by this as I not only found Steve to be entertaining, but his spirit, positivity, kinetic energy and passion have been inspirational to me. Steve embodied "authenticity"-- he was what he was and he lived out his passion, while we were invited along for the ride.
My heart goes out to his family.
From the BBC:
"Mr Irwin, 44, died after being struck in the chest by the stingray's barb while he was filming a documentary in Queensland's Great Barrier Reef.
Paramedics from Cairns rushed to the scene but were unable to save him.
Mr Irwin was known for his television show The Crocodile Hunter and his work with native Australian wildlife.
Police in Queensland confirmed the environmentalist's death and said his family had been notified. Mr Irwin was married with two young children."