24 years ago...
I was walking down a hallway at NORAD, when the boards lit up. Without the *exercise* light on.
I raced to the nearest office, to find everyone clustered around the TV watching as CNN ran the explosion over and over and over...
I raced to the nearest office, to find everyone clustered around the TV watching as CNN ran the explosion over and over and over...
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I was at a parochial school; religion was my next class. One of the other girls wound up getting permission from the teacher so she could run to the bathroom and get me tissues.
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His hand slipped when we heard the worst. Neither of us cared.
Half an hour later, no one believed me at school either.
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The lunchroom where the tv lived was packed much of the day.
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For my sister's generation, the defining moment was when JFK was shot. For us, it was the Challenger. I don't think I've ever met anyone who doesn't remember with crystal clarity where they were and what they were doing when they heard the news.
Like many of you, my own loss is merely (merely?) that of innocence - of hope. I had no personal connection to any of astronauts, just a shared dream of Something Better Out There. However, I've met and spoken with others who where more closely affected. Barbara Morgan of McCall, ID was the runner up for the 'Teacher in Space' to Christa McAliffe, and had met and trained with the crew as her backup. She did a speaking tour for NASA for several months afterwards, but then returned home, and rarely spoke of it again. For a woman I met some years later, her father was an engineer for the shuttle program who had worked on the Challenger. He still felt guilt (entirely undeserved, but still there) for the explosion.
Still here? June Scobee Rodgers and other family members, as a memorial, formed the Challenger Center as an ongoing educational program. Take a look at what they offer, and, if you like, throw some money their way.
Alex
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And during the freaking out about it I had the selfish thought, 'Crap! Did this have to happen on my sister's birthday?"
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I suppose it's good that I didn't think of it till I saw your post.
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ash
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I was living in Chicago at the time and it occured within a week of the Bears' Super Bowl victory. Very surreal.
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Didn't get much work done that day... :/
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I'd had a screaming nightmare the night before about the WCVB logo interrupting the shuttle launch, so my parents were less surprised than I would have expected.
I don't remember staying home on shuttle launch days after that.
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I also remember that it took less than 24 hours for the jokes to start. It struck me at the time that we humans have some strange coping mechanisms.
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We spent a good part of the morning watching the TV and wondering what the hell had happen.
Crazy/sad day.