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What would you send to space?

I recently received a NASA email with a link to a YouTube video. It made it through my copious amounts of Outlook “rules” in order to land in my inbox instead of one of the many automatic folders I have set up, so I knew it must be special somehow. The e-mail itself didn’t really describe the contents of the video, so I went ahead and let it play. The video turned out to be the Expedition 38 crew (currently on orbit) presenting small mementos to the camera from people in mission control. Several of the items were presented from people in my group, my manager even. I thought the whole idea was really neat, and the video can be found here, if you are really interested:




It got me thinking of the mementos in my life that I would send to space if I ever got the chance. So, I put together some of my thoughts, and, in doing so, reminded myself of some of the most special people in my life. What would you send to space?


(1) Aerospace Engineering degree in hand, and a Saturn V rocket on my cap...and the two people that ALWAYS supported my dreams. 

(2) A graduation card from a mentor and idol. He may have polio, but he also has a heart of gold and I strive to be more like him everyday. 

(3) One of many 'Letters to Editor' I wrote about space. 

(4) My original Diabetes alert bracelet...complete with hand etching by dad.

(5) A shout out to my love of music, and if this flew in space I would give it to my sister ;-)

(6) A memento from the place where I met my husband.

(7) My grandpa's Civil Air Patrol wings, I always wanted to impress him. 

(8) A goofy, tiny, worm playing a clarinet. My mom gave this to me as a little girl and it makes me think of her sense of humor every morning when I see it. 

(9) One of my favorite thank you notes from a student. I love teaching kids about space.

(10) The pocket watch I gave Chris on our wedding day. Inscribed, "All my love, to the moon and back, forever yours." How appropriate. 

(11) A patch given to me by a special friend. A reminder to be thankful for sacrifices

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