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| ReedEnterprise | Sat May 11, 2013 5:08 pm Post #1 |
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Mestral became a baseball fan back when he lived in Carbon Creek, PA. The Vulcan survey ship crashed and he was forced to live in the town with T'Mir and Stron, his crew mates. They settled in until a Vulcan ship came for them. He decided to stay with T'Mir's help. He stayed in Carbon Creek for a year. There is where he enjoyed baseball games. He would go with Maggie every week or so. When it was time for him to move, he chose to go to Brooklyn, NY and then to New York City. He became a NY Yankee fan. Mestral went to games with is best friend Mike. Mike lived in the same apartment building with his wife Rhonda as Mestral. Mestral would buy tickers for the two of them and they would take the train to the games. They would sit right off of first base. Mestrals bills were at a minimum so he was able to get these good seats for them. Mike would buy the drinks. Beer was an acquired taste for Mestral. He did not like it but was polite and always drank one. Mestral and Mike were in awe during 1961. That was the year when the home run battle between Yankee team mates Roger Maris and Mickey Mantle. Mestral and Mike would go to as many games as they could, usually 2 a week. Mestral did not understand at first, how teammates could be so competitive. But he was slowly drawn into the friendly battle. Mestral and Mike got to meet Mickey Mantle and even took a photo with them. Mike proudly displayed that photo on his mantle. He would say hello to it every morning. His wife would just laugh at him as he did this. Mestral kept his on an end table in the living room. The men were at the game, October 1, 1961, when Roger Maris hit the 61st home run and broke Babe Ruth's record. It was an amazing game. But Mestral could not understand why people were crying. The emotions of these humans were so unpredictable. Mestral moved in 1968 to New York City. He would go to games, but mostly alone. He couldn't let Mike see him, since Vulcans aged slower than humans and lived longer, he would not be able to explain it to Mike. He made new friends, and on occasion would go with Chris, a friend from the new bakery shop he currently worked at. They went to many games. They happened to be in attendance at the World series game where Reggie Jackson hit 3 home runs in one game. Mestral enjoyed the games. He found them all fascinating. Mestral tried not to get too close to people. It was only a matter of time he would have to leave them and he would get use to them. It was "hard" for him to leave them. He woke up early on a Tuesday morning in September. It was a beautiful day, one of those days he would hear humans say were days that they were "happy to be alive". The birds were chirping, people were hustling all around NYC. It was sunny and bright. He decided to walk around Wall Street before he headed to work at another bakery. On his way, the world changed for him. For all of NY and Washington, DC...for the world. His view of humanity changed. He saw the destruction first hand. He saw the planes hit The World Trade Center. He knew something was wrong, that it wasn't an accident. An error in judgement. One, maybe. But not two. He sprung into action. He tried to get as many people as he could to a somewhat safe distance. Leading them into buildings or sending them in a direction that seemed safe. He knew what was about to happen and tried everything he could do to help. He found water and told people to wet a cloth and put it over their mouths. If only he could use some Vulcan technology, maybe he could really make a difference. But he could only use what he had on hand. And he did make a difference, somewhat. For days, as well as the rest of the US, he walked in a daze. He was happy to still ave a job, his bakery was still in tact. He wasn't happy that he would have a pay check, he was happy that could make a difference. He made it a daily routine to bring refreshments to the people working at ground zero. Mestral often volunteered on his days off. He did secretly use some of his Vulcan technology, just as he did in the mining accident back in Carbon Creek in the 50's. Mestral felt a sense of loyalty to these people, a real sense of belonging, rare for a Vulcan. He stayed helping at night, working during the day, for as long as he was needed. He needed, wanted, to do something for them. For himself. Mestral left NYC in 2012, but he never forgot his time there, or these people he grew to love. He moved to Montana and meeting Zefram Cochrane......................... |
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