It's really hard to think about and reflect on the sad things that happen in life.
I remember when I was young, my mom would tell me that she remembers the exact moment in time when she found out Pres. Kennedy was shot. She remembers all the details of that day as if it were yesterday.
That day in my life is the day the Challenger didn't make it to orbit. Jan. 28, 1986.
Third grade, Mr. Peck's class. Grovecrest Elementary School. My desk was in the back row. And I remember watching it take off, and then watching it blow up in mid air. And then, like all tragedies, we watched it happen over and over again.
Now it's been 25 years, and I still remember that day, just like it was yesterday.
Thank you to all the ordinary people that have done extraordinary things.
