CNN reporter Richard Quest, the raspy, loud-voiced British business traveler, was the right cup of coffee to drink. When you experience the jet lag after an 8 to 15 hour flight from the United States the night before, this human coffee bean might help you out. the door of your first meeting with your eyes wide open. Covering everything from how to overcome technical challenges with your black bay or laptop, with weird but useful gadgets, to preserving your romantic relationship thousands of miles from home, Quest had the answer or gave you the answer. show me how. The daring devil that he was, he would demonstrate adventure after adventure proving once and for all that the business traveler is the one who leads a fun life. He challenged the business traveler to go beyond the norm, the ordinary and discover new heights on the road while doing their job. However, his latest dare devil adventure has gone too far!
In April of this year, it was widely reported in the media that Quest was arrested in Central Park for loitering after hours of work and criminal possession of a controlled substance. He admitted he had crystal meth in his pocket and later the New York Post reported that Quest had a rope tied around his neck that was tied to his genitals. Police reported that he had a sex toy in his boot. Anything from Quest was surely something in the freakazoid realm of business.
Quest has agreed with the judge to undergo drug rehabilitation. CNN is obviously embarrassed and possibly angry with the disgraced reporter. The question is, what went wrong? Quest joins the list of others such as former sports announcer and Inside Edition reporter Pat O’Brien and his dirty voicemail messages he left while drunk telling friends about his phone book cell phone that he thirsted for prostitutes and drugs. Gary Collins was arrested for impaired driving. Remember back in 1998 when sportsman Marv Albert fell out of favor as one of the Dons of the sports casting world with his sex scandal? He was accused of biting his ex-girlfriend on the back as he threw himself on the bed to have sex.
Perhaps what might go wrong with these and so many other men in the media spotlight is the loss of something very basic – A LOSS OF SELF. Famous journalist and writers Ernest Hemingway, F. Scott Fitzgerald and Hunter S. Thompson who all had an insatiable appetite for alcohol and drugs did their best drunk and high jobs, but Hemingway and Thompson both died in horror. died by committing suicide; Hemingway used his favorite shotgun to do so. Thompson shot himself in the head while talking to his wife on the phone.
Self-loss is hard to imagine when you have the world at your feet. Reaching the pinnacle of fame in various kinds of life, being excused from all kinds of bad behavior becomes the norm. No responsibility is recorded by the individual at the top nor by the people who watch them and sometimes glorify them of being in the spotlight. The loss of self goes even further than that. Self-loss sometimes occurs because the person has never developed a sense of self by rising to the top. The person’s focus was always on the externalities – achieving fame and fortune and one of the greatest aphrodisiac power! The power of the lost person is defined by his weaknesses, his weaknesses and his secret or dark struggles often born of childhood or a traumatic experience. Hemingway’s mother, Grace Hall, dressed him like a little girl in her youth. He never forgave her for that.
Unresolved issues with a sense of loss of self is something we frequently witness. More than being media voyeurs reviewing the lives of movie stars, singers, professional and academic athletes, political and business leaders, we don’t stop to think that the tragic and humiliating experiences of these people could in a way be little reflections of our own lives. Some of you reading this might say, “I’m not a freak, I’m on drugs, or I’m out of control.” You may not be. You may never be. However, the lives of the successful, the rich and the famous can still be teachers so that we can see our lives from a cliff looking down making sure we are living the life; In particular, we don’t decide to jump off the cliff thinking that the angels will catch us because we have tempted fate in some way. Maybe there is pain in our own lives that we haven’t reconciled or been healed from. So we hide it. Dig a six foot grave hoping we could bury our pain forever? Guess what it comes down to the dead haunting us in the craziest ways – in ways we never imagined.
Richard Quest began testing his fate when he started dancing with drugs and possibly experiencing other addictions. Perhaps his childhood has a dark, deep secret that he never came to terms with or healed with – instead, he might have just buried his pain in his own grave, and he began to focus defensively on his success. His crazy style that he developed was a nice distraction for the real Richard Quest. Maybe he fought those demons until his success made it so easy to succumb to fake pain relievers? The success of Ernest Hemingway and others made it easier for him to drink in the subconscious.
It’s really sad when men and women love this fall from their prime, but when they fall they become faint memories unless of course they are writing books or being recognized. We never stop to think about what was really going on with the sad and the lonely. The bottom line is that at their lowest point these men in this room have or had death wishes – literally and figuratively. Their loss of self and bizarre behaviors and lifestyles were cries for help. But no one really listened or cared.