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G.I. Joe John Glenn

This may be a shocker for some, but I wasn't really into barbies when I was little. I know, big surprise, because I'm so fashion forward and stuff [NOT!]. My toys mainly consisted of a few stuffed animals, those little kiddie computers, hot wheels cars and a bucket full-o-spacemen. I also enjoyed organizing my bookcase and dusting [I wish I still had that motivation]. Yes I was weird. I also got up early on Saturday mornings to watch the local news.


Anywaaayyyy....


The other day I was looking at my office/media room and noticing one of my all-time favorites Christmas presents, that I received twice. I'll give you a hint: he is handsomely dressed in a silver spacesuit, he holds his life support system in his hand and grins through his helmet, oh, and he comes with his very own Mercury capsule. He is pretty much thebombdotcom. Here's is a picture of the first time I laid eyes on Mr. G.I. Joe John Glenn:


I took good care of Mr. G.I. Joe John Glenn. He hung out on my shelf always looking over my studies and providing motivation right next to my moon globe from my dad. I often wondered if John Glenn ever thought he would turn into a G.I. Joe doll, haha.

Well, I didn't exactly have room for him when I moved away (6 miles ;-) to college. So, I carefully packed him up and put him in the attic at my parent's house. I imagine he was content up there, chillaxin' with all my other space stuff, you know, trading stories and acting all space-man-like.

Ironically, the real John Glenn had a problem on his mission. A faulty sensor was telling mission control that his heat shield was loose. Everyone in mission control was scared, they didn't want to lose one of the greatest American heroes on their watch. Maybe Mr. G.I. Joe John Glenn was replaying his mission sequence of events when the unthinkable happened, it wasn't a faulty sensor....this time his heat shield WAS loose, and fire was engulfing the capsule. We lost him, it was August 2006, in the house fire.

I will admit I was a little sad about it. I was sad about losing all my stuff. I was sad when I found what was left of my "flight suit" in the garage, it was singed on the edges enough that it fell into about 8 pieces. I was sad about the black metal ball that used to be my dad's moon globe, and I was sad that G.I. Joe John Glenn had made his final mission, there wasn't even a scrap of him left.

My parents felt bad about it. I told them not to, the fire was not their fault. It was just stuff...it could be replaced.

And it was. That Christmas they gifted me with a new G.I. Joe John Glenn. He was just like Mr. G.I. Joe John Glenn #1, silver space suit and all. He hung "in-space-like" when I lived at my parent's house, and now he sits proudly on my shelf in my own house. He still overlooks my studies and motivates me. And he is still a freakin' badass. I heart you Mr. Glenn.

What was your favorite Christmas present?

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