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What an amazing creature a stingray must be to pierce a man's heart. What a mythical way to go for Steve, as if his death were made for storytelling. The last moment was the most intimate union with a creature described, on emedicine, as non-aggressive towards humans. Did he experience pain? Perhaps, for we read, "the stinger apparatus then injects a protein-based toxin into the wound, causing immediate intense (even excruciating) pain to the victim." He knew the danger as he approached these creatures, but he always had the invulnerability of the enthusiastic adolescent, and we watched him week after week amazed at how fearless he was, as if blind faith protected him somehow in a way that it never would have protected us.
This writer's favorite Steve moment, though, was not of him wrastlin' the world's deadliest snakes and crocs. Do you remember him in his too tight khakis, his fleshiness nearly busting through his buttons? Did you see him crawling on the beach behind a frantic newborn turtle, whispering how dangerous this journey was, full of predators? And then he would say, "Go, L'il Fella, GO!!!" That was the Tao of Steve.
How mundane our own deaths will seem, some hospital bed, a respirator, heaving our last breaths. What a death, to be pierced in the heart by an elusive creature we have sought, hiding just beneath the sand under us.
