THIS IS CARL.

Carl keeps my pencil sharp and to the point.

This essay is a tribute to my good friend and co-founder of TEDxBrisbane, the irrepressible Carl Lindgren, who passed away two years ago on this day. Carl was among the most curious, creative, and motivated people I have met. He had a great sense of humour, never sought the limelight, and made his own luck, time and time again.

When he was first diagnosed, he texted me to say that he had been given a great gift that he needed to share with me and that he also had an idea for a new TEDx, TEDxIT. IT? Prey tell, I texted back. What is the gift and the IT bit? Too important; I need to see you in person.

A few weeks later, when he opened his door, tears welled in my eyes the moment I saw him. There he stood with half his head shaved and a visible scar. We had planned to go out for coffee, but I needed to sit in the quiet of his living room to hear his story.

His gift was a sense of enlightenment that he had received after the prognosis had set in, allowing him to see reality very clearly, a heightened sense of acceptance. The downside was that he could not think about the future and ideas, which is the universe he used to inhabit. I assumed this would be a living hell for a pedigree ideas person, but Carl accepted it peacefully. For him the only thing that was left was being in the moment with his…