Alas, no g'days today.
A man has died, a man I never knew except from afar. A man that I admired, who played a character that I adored.
Of course I speak of Leonard Nimoy and his most famous character, Spock.
I'm old enough to have been around in the early days of Star Trek. By the time I was in my early teens, I had settled on Spock as my favourite. He was my first crush (and I was glad to discover I was not the only geeky girl who thought he was the best!). I spent a year when I was fourteen or fifteen trying to be Spock.
Yes I always was a weird one. And that year was one of discovery of what it is to be human, what it is to feel and to smile and to rejoice in life. In trying to be an alien, I found me ever more so than I ever had. It gave me courage to ignore the kids who tried to bully me, the kids who tried to make my life a misery.
Spock made it okay to be different. He showed us that we need difference, that we can't all be Captain Kirks, rushing in to save the universe and getting the girl, that we need balance. (I'm not saying that I am the rational one, but I do have a certain pragmatism that keeps getting in the way of various pie in the sky ideas...) It is okay to be bookish and to love learning and to be fascinated by life in all its various guises.
We are not all the same, and that is not only okay, that is good!
Thank you, Leonard, for all that you gave to us over the years. Thank you for the deep humanity you displayed in playing an alien, in being Spock. You inspired and deeply affected so many of us, and have become a part of who I and many others are.