It was all over the news. Indiana Jones was forced to make an emergency landing in his vintage World War II airplane on a Venice, California golf course surviving miraculously with minimal injuries. A nice way of saying he crashed, but beautifully, they said, due to his piloting skills. Doesn’t look so beautiful to me. I use the term hubris, Greek for excessive pride or self-confidence. In other words, an alternate name for balls the size of bongos.
Harrison Ford should be worth a zillion dollars by now no longer living in the real world. Simple things may elude him propelling him to go higher, no pun intended.
Reminds me of JFK Jr. who wasn’t as lucky killing himself and two others due to his inherited hubris. Unlike Mr Ford, he didn’t even know how to fly his new Piper Saratoga he took to the skies with an injury no less.
Wealth comes with entitlement making you feel infallible, special, adhering to your own rules. Simplicity is no longer an option. Money means, you can buy fifty of everything, whether you need them or not, like when you were kid in a penny candy store. I guess Harrison is bored with what the rest of us perceive as normal, like spending the day reading a book.
Trouble is, those who love you, like his wife Carlista Flockhart who has begged him not to fly anymore unless it’s in first-class, aren’t too thrilled.
I’ve often mused about being rich, how would it change my life. I know I’d buy a great house, but just one…not six. I wouldn’t even want a summer home. I’d opt for great hotels and enjoy the amenities minus the responsibility. But the other thing I’m certain of, I wouldn’t waste it, putting it to good use, the way Brad and Angelina Pitt have done.
Who knows, Harrison Ford could be as generous with others as he is with himself. I’m not privy to his philanthropy one way or the other. I’m just saying how amazing it must be to find yourself in such a graced position. Talk about powerful…someone like him with unlimited resources could change the world.
I actually saw him recently coming out of the J. Crew Mens Shop toting a bunch of parcels. Even if you didn’t recognize him, you’d look since he is all male oozing testosterone like a musky cologne. For a 72 year-old, all I can say is, you just say when and where, and I’ll be there…but on the ground, please.
He used to be a carpenter, like Jesus, so I can’t help but to think how rather than buy another plane to crash, I mean emergency land, he could build a school, become a little Amish in nature like the film he was in (Witness). Imagine being able to make something that could change a life. Apparently his carpentry skills are that impressive.
So Mr. Ford, in case you read this (and the way Google links things it’s not impossible), since you were so blessed emerging with your life intact unlike John, perhaps you could dig out that toolbox I’m sure you still have behind all those Tom Ford suits and J. Crew khakis and build something, like a hospital.