Somehow we expected it coming, but I think for many of us, we never thought we'd live to see it happen. But it happened and Steve Irwin is now dead due to a Stingray Barb that went through his heart while filming a documentry.

Despite his wild and crazy antics that captured the attention of viewers worldwide, I think all he tried do is to bring to our attention the world in which he saw. I guess, it's easy to pay more attention when a person dances with what we fear ourselves. We learn to face that unknown and we find that it's not that scary as we might think. To that, I say that Steve Irwin is a testament off, someone who's passion for the nature, while getting the best of him, helped a lot of us understand that some fears come when we turn a blind eye towards it.

So here is to Steve Irwin. Father, husband, extreme naturalist, crocodile hunter and Austalian icon. While your passion may have killed you, I dare say that it won't be in vain. May you rest in peace.