Woke up today to learn of the sad news of Whitney Houston’s passing over twitter. My initial reaction was that of sadness as she had been one of my childhood heroes. Then, I tune in to CNN to find out more information. Boom. Every emotion starts to sink in.
She was incomparable. Yes, her voice was enormous. Yes, she had the personality of a diva. Yes, she was a pop star. But more importantly, I believe she touched many lives. I believe it because she touched mine.
I didn’t know her personally and in many ways, it will always be a mystery to me how people can make such an impact on those they do not know. All I know is, there is no way the world would be reacting the way it is now if Whitney didn’t mean anything to them.
Perhaps it was her talent that will always stick with us. On the other hand, it could be her story and her ultimate problems with addiction and superstardom that make some people with issues relate to her. For me, it would always be her music.
I remember how dad used to play her songs all day and how I would try to sing her songs as best I could. I’d pretend to be like her…. singing in front of an adoring crowd. I’d wait for her next album eagerly and memorize all her songs. And as I grew older, one song kept resonating with me each time connecting stronger than ever before – The Greatest Love of All.
Today, I teach. Today, I try my best to inspire. Today, I use this song as a TEACHER’S ANTHEM. Thank you Whitney for sharing the magic of your voice to us and for bringing us the kind of music that are all timeless and universal.