I never had the honor to meet this man from halfway around the world in the foothills of the Himalayas, but I know he could do something that almost no one else on Earth could: make a fine khukuri knife that in crunch time another man far from his home could stake his life upon. In fact, probably several worthy warriors do actually owe their lives to the knives that Vim Kami produced -- crouching over a hot oven, swinging a heavy hammer for hours at a time -- and undoubtedly occasionally burning himself -- to help provide for his family and to create the conditions where his children could realize his dreams. We are all kindred spirits of Vim and wish him well on his next journey.
Ayo Gorkhali!