A few weeks ago around the street corner, Sam saw a couple "Four Brothers" posters and pointed to me: "There! There is your idol!" And i thought, well, Mark Wahlberg is definitely (one of) the sexiest human being(s) on earth, but...is he my idol?
True i visited his official website, purchased "The Fear", and will probably get a copy of "The Italian Job" too. Shall these make him my idol? Isn't my idol supposed to be someone whose way of doing things, whose ideology, whose beliefs have the power to transform me?
So i thought back. About fourth grade, i read a story of the "ultimate" nurse, Florence Nightingale, admired her, and wanted to be like her when i grew up. However, mom did not think being a nurse - which means working late-night shifts, taking care of the sick, sometimes watching people die - would be a nice, decent career for me. At that time of my not-yet-too-clear decision, she simply said, "i don't think you are built to care for others." It was almost like saying "you don't have it in you" to me. Much later in life, i proved her wrong: i am just as caring, nurturing, and patient as any other devoted nurses could possibly be.
During 1989, my high school freshman year, George Michiael's solo debut, "Faith", topped the Billboard chart. Back then he was such a pop idol, and he became mine too. i devoured news about him, bought the album, learned each song, collected pocket-size pics of him, and looked very hard for his autobiography, which unfortunately was not available in my home town. i adored him just as every fan of his would have. But a few years later, i swtiched completely to heavy metal, and almost forgot about him.
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