Whitney Houston's death last week came as no surprise to many people. Her erratic behavior in recent years, punctuated by drug abuse, were cries for help that, as far as I can see, went unheeded.
The media, as expected, had a field day with the tragic news. This is the sacrifice celebrities have to deal with, especially at death. Sensationalistic stories of the once perfect, all-American girl with the voice of a songbird crashing down to earth started to appear: Her embarrassing reality TV stint with Bobby Brown. Her crazy behavior at a Prince concert. Reminders of her failed comebacks in recent years. Fans walking out of her concerts demanding refunds. It is such a shame to see a human being with Whitney's talent lose all her decency and pretty much end up on a sidewalk, drawing pity, rejection, and ridicule from the public.
I read some of the news on Whitney Houston's passing, but stopped after a few. I wanted to remember her as that great singer on The Bodyguard soundtrack, and that nice voice on those catchy, mid-late 80s albums. Strangely, I had a premonition of her death just two days before, in a dream. It was a deja-vu moment when I heard the news. But I wasn't surprised.
There is something in this story that is more tragic than Whitney's death. It's something that most people overlook: Where the heck were her friends and family when she first showed signs of trouble? Where was her support group? Where were those people who were supposed to watch her back? ou know, FRIENDS. I mean, true friends. The ones who yell at you, shake you, tackle you with no regard for your feelings when they see you are in danger because they care about you so much they don't stop to think of the consequences.
I just wonder if those individuals did enough to save this poor woman. Any mature adult can see that Whitney's behavior during the last years of her life were cries for help. She just couldn't say it directly. Tragically, it seems that her friends simply watched her die.
So let this be a lesson for all of us. If you see a loved one showing a pattern of detatchment, or consistently doing things as though she/he didn't care about the consequences, even while laughing and seemingly enjoying him/herself, step in and take action. If you saw a good friend about to walk onto the 680 freeway, I'm sure you would rush to intercept her. So when you see signs of trouble, do the same thing and step in and intercept. Find out what's going on, and do what you can to help your friend, because you may be her only hope.