Since hurting himself in 2004 while doing a stunt on the film Syriana (won Oscar for Best Supporting Actor), he’s in chronic back pain, and I’m not talking a little muscle ache either.
He’s in such constant discomfort that he had to pull out of filming Guy Ritchie’s, The Man From Uncle, because he couldn’t do all the running secret agent, Napoleon Solo, does in the film, consequently replaced by British actor, Henry Cavill.
At one point, lying in a hospital bed after excruciating spinal procedures the pain being so great, he actually thought about killing himself unsure he’d ever get well. Wow…did that turn my head.
The classiest, handsomest man in the world had suicidal thoughts…
The headaches he had that were so intense lessened, but he still gets them, and probably will for the rest of his life.
We think of him as the Cary Grant of our generation: handsome, suave…a perpetual pretty woman in his arms… dashing, daring, and generous to a fault. He even lives in Italy, the most romantic country on the planet.
Despite all this, now we learn as we often do, things aren’t quite what they seem.
Noblesse oblige, French for nobility obliged, applies here…the assumed responsibility of privileged people to act with generosity and nobility toward those less privileged.
In other words, whoever claims to be noble must conduct himself nobly.
Clooney, without pause, repeatedly steps up to the plate.
He’s been known to give vast amounts of money to various causes as well as lending his name politically. Once when interviewed he was asked, why did he just give thousands of dollars to a particular charity and he said, “Because I can.”
It’s no wonder we love him.
You’d think someone with his kind of karma would be exempt from misfortune. That is how we think, isn’t it? He’s the golden boy after all, so nothing hapless could ever happen to the eternal bachelor…writing, directing, starring in some of the best films of our time. I’ll make skid marks to see a Clooney flick because even if it’s not Gone With The Wind, it will still be great just because he’s in it.
What’s my point?
That it turns out he’s as vulnerable and human as the rest of us.
I remember years ago dropping my wallet in a crowded hotel bar when he, going by, stopped to pick it up. It was way before Syiana, so I ask myself, if it happened now could he still been that chivalrous?
We need to remember life doesn’t discriminate when it decides to throw a curve. Even someone we’ve placed high on a pedestal isn’t free from hard knocks.
If that was even possible.