Sunday, February 28, 2010

Sunday School at the Sherman Foundation: Roger Ebert is a man. You are most likely a big pussy.

This month's issue of Esquire magazine has an incredible profile piece on Roger Ebert: Roger Ebert: The Essential Man. This man has a rare and beautiful inner strength and a hell of a lot of hearth. I am humbled, inspired and in awe.

t has been nearly four years since Roger Ebert lost his lower jaw and his ability to speak. Now television's most famous movie critic is rarely seen and never heard, but his words have never stopped.

Roger Ebert can’t remember the last thing he ate. He can't remember the last thing he drank, either, or the last thing he said. Of course, those things existed; those lasts happened. They just didn't happen with enough warning for him to have bothered committing them to memory — it wasn't as though he sat down, knowingly, to his last supper or last cup of coffee or to whisper a last word into Chaz's ear. The doctors told him they were going to give him back his ability to eat, drink, and talk. But the doctors were wrong, weren't they? On some morning or afternoon or evening, sometime in 2006, Ebert took his last bite and sip, and he spoke his last word.

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