Today, January 28, 2011, marks the 25th anniversary of the Space Shuttle Challenger disaster. What a sad day for the United States Space program. Millions of people sat glued to the television in eager anticipation of the lift-off, as this was no ordinary flight. This flight carried the first non-astronaut, Christie McAuliff. McAuliff, a teacher by trade, had won a contest to ride aboard the mission. As her family, friends, peers, students and millions of us watched, the shuttled Challenger exploded into flames just after take-off. Those of us that were alive and old enough to understand remember exactly where we were. I was sitting in the common area with hundreds of other Kindergarten students at Jim Pearson. We weren’t actually watching it that I remember, but I do remember teachers talking to each other and whispering.
It is funny how when anything bad happens, what we were doing and where we were at that exact moment is engrained in our mind forever. So many tragic events have struck our country and world over the years that at times it seems as though nothing good ever happens. It is so important on days like today that we take pause and remember those who were lost in the pursuit of the great beyond, the pursuit of our freedom and the pursuit of their and all of our dreams. We also must celebrate the joyous days and give thanks. Something I always try to remind myself is to always praise and thank God, in the good and bad times. For it is in the bad times that we learn just how special the good times really are. Until next time….Elizabeth
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