The very handsome Ricky Martin was on Oprah. I loved him even back then during his Menudo days. And I gushed when I watched him shake his bonbons to “Cup of Life” in the 1999 Grammy Awards. The rest is, as they say, history. I have his poster in my workstation. When RK was just starting to talk, he would say mama (mommy) and dada (daddy). Sometimes he would point at Ricky’s picture and say, “Dada.” “Oh no, RK, that’s not daddy, that’s Ricky,” I would say.
Ricky slipped out of the limelight about two years ago. He did some soul searching. He put his career on hold because he wanted to go back to the beginning. “I needed to be a child again,” he said. "Life became too serious all of a sudden. It was all about a competition, about becoming the best and being the best, and that's not what life is all about.” He is now on a mission. He built a home for the disabled in his native land, Puerto Rico, and he is helping to rescue girls in India from prostitution. Recently, he went to Thailand to help the youngest victims of the tsunami. This just makes me admire him more.