It has been said, that you can determine a tree by its fruit. So is the reality of J.R. Ewing.
Well, after years of wondering who shot J.R. Ewing, in the end, cancer him. J.R. was the man we loved to hate, on the iconic television drama “Dallas.” It was the summer of 1980 when the world was hung up on the question- Who shot J.R.? Now we know that it was no bullet, but cancer. What a way to go. Throat cancer. Swift and deadly. Of all the ways to go, cancer was not what I had in mind for him. He needed a disease he could wrestle with and tussle and toss around. Cancer caught up and took him silently over the Thanksgiving holiday here in Dallas. Co-workers were shocked because they saw him a few days before.
The good news about Hagman gives me hope in our chaotic world. How he lived off screen was large. Dallas media lists numerous charities that he supported. Maybe the worst of us, can become the best of us. Maybe the ones who raise the most hell, can raise some heaven as well. What about you? Is your bad attitude really a cover up for joy? Is your stinginess, really a smoke screen to hide your generous spirit.
For decades, J.R. mesmerized the world with his villainies. He was full of revenge, treachery and deceit, and the viewers- me included, loved every second of it. Now that he is gone, what remains of him is perhaps the best- his good deeds. I pray that goodness of this actor will also make headlines around the world. It may be a bit hard to digest, but Larry Hagman the good guy, convincingly portrayed the Texas bad guy.We live in a world that says, if it bleeds, it leads. Reality shows fill the television channels because we have an insatiable desire to see and experience human chaos, conflict and strife.
I owe a lot to Hagman. I was hooked on his acting from his early days as Major Nelson on I Dream of Jeanie. It was on Dallas, the tv show that he brought the world to Dallas, the city. That’s why I am in Dallas now. He made the north Texas city larger than life and irresistible. I moved to Dallas in the 80s when the show was still on the air- to live what Hagman lived. A visit to Southfork was like a pilgrimage to Mecca. All that I lacked was a ten-gallon hat and a horse.
How Hagman lived off screen was large. Dallas media lists numerous arts charities that he supported. The good news about Hagman gives me hope in our chaotic world. Maybe the worst of us, can become the best of us. Maybe the ones who raise the most hell, can raise some heaven as well. What about you? Is your bad attitude really a cover up for joy? Is your stinginess, really a smoke screen to hide your generous spirit.