Thank you for posting this. You are very eloquent. I felt like I was right there with you.
Your experience with Karl touched my heart. He is a wonderful and kind man. I also want to thank you for sharing that his character had impacted your life. It has given me another perspective on Kennex. I'm so glad that you were able to meet him.
As for my feeling on Kennex, they can be summed up in this excerpt from a letter I delivered to Karl at Fandomfest and sent to his management:
I have moderate spastic quadriplegic Cerebral Palsy. That means I move through the world with a set of wheels under my ass and possess all the grace of a drunken marmoset on an ice floe. I list and lean and flop, and I couldn't stand up if my life depended on it. Heaven knows I tried when I was younger, prodded on by desperate parents in denial and enterprising doctors with visions of miracles in their heads. But it simply wasn't meant to be, and never mind the surgeries and the therapies and the well-meant prayers. I can't say I've made peace with it; there are days I still rail and seethe and argue with God, but I've learned to live with it
( ... )
I was at D*con, had my picture taken with Karl, went to his panel, and yeah, he was gracious and fun. But your story simply heaps more and more awesome upon a man we've already known was awesome. I so very happy you had a wonderful experience with him, and at the con.
Thank you for sharing your story with us. I've always been impressed by the type of person Karl Urban seemed to be - your eloquent description of your encounter with him definitely supports that feeling.
I'm so happy to hear this con experience was a good one for you, especially this particular part. Again, thank you for sharing.
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Your experience with Karl touched my heart. He is a wonderful and kind man. I also want to thank you for sharing that his character had impacted your life. It has given me another perspective on Kennex. I'm so glad that you were able to meet him.
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I have moderate spastic quadriplegic Cerebral Palsy. That means I move through the world with a set of wheels under my ass and possess all the grace of a drunken marmoset on an ice floe. I list and lean and flop, and I couldn't stand up if my life depended on it. Heaven knows I tried when I was younger, prodded on by desperate parents in denial and enterprising doctors with visions of miracles in their heads. But it simply wasn't meant to be, and never mind the surgeries and the therapies and the well-meant prayers. I can't say I've made peace with it; there are days I still rail and seethe and argue with God, but I've learned to live with it ( ... )
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I'm so happy to hear this con experience was a good one for you, especially this particular part. Again, thank you for sharing.
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