If there was ever a need for someone to end up all Tom-Hanks-style, stranded on a deserted island, with little hope for escape and a volleyball as his best friend, it's Charlie Sheen.
These past few years for Mr. Sheen haven't been the most stellar. In fact, they've been down right ugly. The further up the ladder he has climbed with Two and a Half Men, the farther away from reality he has gone.
Prostitutes, drugs, alcohol, charges of spousal abuse, multiple divorces, rehab. Nothing has woken him up.
I've had to wonder this week: Where are the publicists in all of this?* It is beyond time for some damage control. Seriously, if you have to hog tie this man to the bedpost and gag him to keep him from talking, now would be a good time to consider which bed is the sturdiest.
Sadly, you can see the God-complex in Mr. Sheen right now. He genuinely believes his rants have gotten the cast of Two and a Half Men paid. He sees none of his behavior, including shacking up with two twenty-something women he calls "Goddesses", odd. He says he's enlightened. He says he's drug-free. He says he is in a good place.
I guess, if you have "Tiger Blood" in your veins, you can tackle just about anything.
Mr. Sheen's behavior should serve as a big, fat warning for the rest of us. This is what happens when someone becomes his own God, hits rock bottom, and bounces.
Likely, he'll end up losing custodial rights to his children over this. It won't surprise me when I hear he is back in rehab again. Life for Charlie Sheen, in all of the 45-years he has been on planet Earth, is spiraling out-of-control.
And, in my humble opinion, the only person who can save himself is Mr. Sheen, who will have to figure out that it is time to turn away from the world and start seeking God.
If I were to have five seconds alone in a room with him, I'd say: "Charlie, it's time to find something bigger than yourself. You can't hold this together. Only God can. And, watching your behavior, I see that God is working hard to call you to Him. But, you aren't listening."
And you know what? I'm pretty sure I wouldn't make anymore headway that Mr. Sheen's parents or siblings or rehab counselors or anyone else who's given a rat's rear about him in the past few years.
Sadly, this isn't the first recent implosion and it won't be the last. Heath Ledger and Anna Nicole Smith are recent memories of public figures gone nutso.
We have no control over the behavior of other people, especially those in the public eye that we don't know personally. But we can learn from the behavior.
We can learn not to turn our backs when people who love us, who have our best interest in mind, tell us we are screwing up. We can learn that messing around with any drug, whether it be legal or not, puts us in a position of losing control of everything in our lives. We can learn that love can't be bought, it has to be born of mutual respect, admiration and genuine selflessness. We can learn, above all, that, even when we are imploding, God is STILL in control. And it is NEVER, EVER too late to come back to His fold.
I'm just very sorry this example is so public and so ugly. I truly hope Mr. Sheen is able to see the truth, pull his life back together and find his way again with God's help.
Even if this lesson means we never hear another word from Charlie on the stage, screen, or TV set, it would be worth it to see him overcome the world's traps and come out the other side a better person as a shining example of God's grace and goodness.
*Less-than-shocking newsflash: The publicist quit Monday.