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Reflections on Challenger

It was 73 seconds of pure joy and then a lifetime of sadness, of challenges, of changes...



It was 73 seconds that saved future crews...



It was 73 seconds that proved a nation could unite....



It was 73 seconds that changed my life, before I even had one...



It was 73 seconds that showed schoolkids anyone can be an astronaut...



And then it showed them how risky space is...



It was 73 seconds that took us to the heavens
and brought us to our knees....



It was just 73 seconds that culminated a life dedicated to teaching America's young minds...



And 73 seconds was all it took to realize how much we lost that day.




And now it's 25 years....


What would they say?


Would they say, "It was worth it," if they knew the space shuttle is retiring without a replacement?


If they knew children are more interested in cell phones than space travel? If they knew it was our fault?


If they knew we are stuck, stagnant, trapped in a state of "me" instead of "us"?


If they knew we would lose our self-reliance in space and not care an ounce?


If they knew 25 years would bring aimless goal searching instead of progressive goal building?





It was just 73 seconds, 7 people, 1 shuttle.......
but what we lost that day was so much more than that.


Comments

  1. Pretty awesome April. Thanks for the retrospect and the awareness of the Future. Dad.

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  2. I remember where I was, watching it on tv. It was a day I'll never forget. Hard to believe it's been 25 years. I'm glad it is being remembered.
    Aunt Vicki

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