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The Lessons Young Taylor Learned Watching Star Trek: Deep Space Nine – Part 1

I was in elementary school during the majority of Star Trek: Deep Space Nine‘s TV run.

Sorry if that made you feel old. I might not have been the most normal kid in terms of my TV preferences. Don’t get me wrong, I loved the early Nickelodeon cartoons and shows like Power Rangers that were more targeted at kids my age, but Star Trek had captured my imagination in a way that no other shows could.

It all started with Star Trek: The Next Generation, a favorite of my Dad’s at the time it aired. It had started a couple of years before I was born, and continued into my earlier childhood. I remember watching episodes of it with him when I was pre-school age and being absolutely enthralled by the settings, characters, and—in whatever way I could really understand them—the stories.

As a young school-aged kid I would ride the bus home to my grandparents’ house, where with their pole-mounted TV antenna (we were in the country, about 50 miles from Indianapolis), VCR, and plentiful spare tapes, I was able to cobble together a collection of episodes of both The Next Generation and Deep Space Nine’s earlier seasons as they aired in afternoon syndication on our local UPN station.

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34 Years: Life and Death and Love

Every year after my birthday, I like to write a short essay reflecting on my life in the last year: the experiences I’ve had, the interactions with people known and met, and what I’ve learned from all of it. This year I have decided to start sharing that essay publicly.

In 2023 I turned 34 years old. This has been a year of my life that could be described as having ups and downs, but that might be an understatement. It has been filled with moments of incredible happiness, uncertainty, sorrow, and bittersweet joy.

This February, I asked my girlfriend of 18 months to marry me, and she said yes. It wasn’t a surprise to either of us, but having the ring in my pocket and waiting for just the right time to ask made me about as nervous as anything in my adult life has. We began wedding planning that day, and I’m happy to say that in a few weeks, we’ll be husband and wife (and on our honeymoon).

Before that, in January, my grandmother had started treatment for stage four peritoneal cancer. We all knew that the prognosis wasn’t especially good, but we didn’t want to immediately dismiss any hope that it might work. After all, she had survived breast cancer when I was a kid.

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