Sending good thoughts and healing vibes out to Leonard Nimoy. Although I have never known this man personally, he has had an immense effect on my life. I would not be the person I am, or think the way I do if it had not been for him.
I have always been overweight. I was frequently made fun of as a child. It was difficult. I really had no friends. My fifth grade teacher told my mother those exact words. I couldn’t get upset or angry without crying. My parents did the best that they could and for most of my childhood I coped. To this day even when I’m onstage or giving a tour, when I see someone snicker or look strangely at me I flash back to those very difficult times.
Then one day my father put a book in my hand. He probably regrets it now, but at the time it saved me. It was a true redemption. It was the novelization of Star Trek II: The Search for Spock. I discovered this character that went through similar circumstances. He was a child of two worlds, never really at home in either and facing scorn and ridicule for most of his younger life. I saw in this a parallel, a way I could be and think and I when things got bad, I would literally think, “What would Spock do,” and it would help me make decisions. It seems silly, but I would wonder if acting a certain way or saying a certain thing was, “logical.” As I got older, things got better. I was popular in school, and made many friendships that endure to this day. I credit this mostly not to things I learned in church or from my family, but from that that actor and his character’s personification of the struggle he endured.
He is a true artist, a savior, and I love him like family, for what he has done for me and he’ll never even know it.
I read that novel, and sorry if I’m spoiling something, but in the end Spock dies. His death is not empty or meaningless, it’s an act of pure love and caring for those closest to him. He died because, “The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few…or the one.” I cannot even type these words, cannot see them in print without tearing up. As a 12 year old child, I read this book and at the conclusion, I emerged from my bedroom and went down the hall, tears streaming down my face. My parents thought something was wrong with me or that I was hurt, but all I could say was, “Spock died.” Those tears were real. My family teases me to this day about that, but the emotion was very sincere.
As an adult I had to put my beloved pet of more than ten years down. Here I am a 30 something grown man and I was falling apart over a cat. I spent hundreds and hundreds of dollars at the vet, and was even contemplating a liver transplant that was going to cost over $10,000.00. The veterinarian told me that even with the transplant her prognosis wasn’t good. For the last several weeks of her life I was giving her sub-q fluids at home just to keep her hydrated. I had made the decision to put her down, because she was suffering so much. I again turned to Star Trek, Spock, and Leonard Nimoy, this time it’s an episode of Star Trek: The Animated Series called Yesteryear.
In this episode, Spock goes back in time and encounters his younger self and actually helps his young counterpart survive when he runs off into the desert on a quest to prove himself to his father. Spock has a pet, an animal called a sehlat that goes into the desert with him and winds up fighting off a dangerous wild animal, saving young Spock, but coming out of the fight gravely wounded. The doctor says that the animal could be treated with medicine, but would be in pain for the rest of its life. Spock chooses to release his friend from suffering. This helped me release my friend from suffering. As my cat was given the shot, she managed to crawl into my arms one last time, and I felt her little soul released into the universe. Leonard Nimoy helped me make this decision, and I thank him for it.
My little stories probably seem silly to most, but to me they are only a couple of examples of how this man’s work helped define my life and who I am.
I’ve always said that there is one celebrity on the planet that I don’t ever want to meet, and that person is Leonard Nimoy. The reason I didn’t want to meet him because I revere him so much that I might become a blubbering idiot just by being in his presence. I am reevaluating my thoughts on this in light of his current situation, though.
Mr Nimoy, I hope you know how much you are loved by so many all over the globe.
He is an extremely private man, and he deserves that privacy, but I hope that in some small way he feels the love and adoration of his millions of fans worldwide as we worry for his health, and pray for his healing. He has “Lived Long and Prospered,” but his work is not done. The fact that he has been tweeting some of his poetry during his difficulties is a great humbling gift from (in my humble opinion,) one of the most brilliant men ever to walk the earth.
You and I have Learned:
You and I
The song of love,
And we sing it well
The song is ageless
Heart to heart
Who have seen
What we see
What we know
And lovers who have
Our love is ours
The miracle is this
The more we share…