I miss the simpler days.
The ones where Vic Mignogna and Todd Haberkorn and Monica Rial were my childhood heroes, and no one would fault me for that.
It was only yesterday when my ten-year-old self plopped myself down in front of the tv to watch my favorite shows.
I thought to myself how I wanted to be just like the man who breathed life into, not only his character, but my childhood as well. The man who cares for and loves his fans from the bottom of his heart. And another who’s funny voices could lift my spirits anyday. He taught me that hard work and dedication will get you anywhere. And the woman who’s voice became nearly more familiar than my own. The one who made me realize that my young voice was an asset rather than something to be ashamed or embarrassed of.
Now I sit in tears as I watch my heroes slowly get torn into pieces by the very people they loved and inspired.
My call of neutrality will surely be lost in the sea of opinions. I know that, and yet I still hope that this somehow reaches at least one of my childhood heroes.
To Todd Haberkorn, Monica Rial, and Vic Mignogna. I hope things all work out in the end. I hope that you manage to find happiness. I hope that the truth, whatever it is, frees you from this turmoil and allows you to do what you love. I want each of you to know that you guys have helped to shape me into the person I am today more than you may ever realize. I had hoped that one day I could share a stage with all three of you. It might be presumptuous of me but I still hope for that. To work along side my heroes doing what they inspired me to achieve. That is my dream. A dream that seems to be growing dimmer by the day as this storm tears it’s way across the nation. Here’s to hoping that you all weather that storm.
With all my love, a dreamer.
