For many of us in the USA, the space program represents a dream.. a dream started many MANY years ago when man first turned a telescope to the heavens and saw things that had never been seen before or truly understood.
It opened their eyes to the universe. And it begged more questions to be answered.. some of those people where harassed by others for their views, and ostracized for it.. others still were condemed for the things they claimed as a result.
Then we had this guy who told us that he would ensure that the USA would put a man on the moon.. he never lived to see that dream of his come true.. but it did come true.
There are people here in the USA who saw that dream come true.. and other still who lived and still live that dream.
To us, many americans that is, space is a dream.. a dream of adventure.. of possibilites.. of the chance for us to one day also be part of that elite and walk on the moon, or ride in a shuttle and view this great world from miles above the surface.
In the space program, we too can dream, even though we may not live to see it, many of us really believe that there will come a day when
space travel is open to the rest of us.
The chance to do what many others have done in history.. become real explorers.. see things and do things never done before.. or only done by a few.
Columbus sailed the atlantic ocean when many told him he was nuts.. others have traveled to the top of the highest mountains above sea level, others still have journeyed to the depths of the oceans, and to the *ends of the world* (polar ice caps).
The only really great place left is space.. and in that we dream.. a dream of what it would be like to step foot on another plant, as Neil Armstrong did the year I was born.
For many people, space and the universe is just another confimation that, 1, we are not really alone out here. there are stars out there,
ones we see from the ground, that could have planets like ours orbiting them, with people just like us (dreamers) on them wondering if there are other life forms out there. 2, that it is a confimation that a god does really exist.. how in the world (hehe) could we have just formed by a big bang.
Others dream about the possibilites of being able to perform experiments in a near perfect environment that could one day lead to cures for cancers.. one of the things going on up there this time was testing on cancer cells.
Space is a dream for most Americans.. just like royalty is for many in England.. how many girls had dreams of being a princess in a castle with a handsome prince as her hero?
How many have ever wondered *what IS out there.. or is there even anything out there at all*?
I sit and look at the stars and space.. and I see people up there, living out their dreams.. dreams of being part of a group of very lucky, very elite people who will see our world, in a way that only a few handfuls get to.
It is a dream of exploration.. and wonder.. and when something like the orbiter being destroyed with 7 people on board who spent their whole lives working, only one day to wake up and realize that they too have the ability to step higher than they ever thought, then reaching out for that new dream.. and grasping ahold of it.. and riding that dream into space, it hurts.. because within us.. within me, part of that dream dies along with them. I hurt for the loss for their families.. I hurt because they were 16 minutes from touchdown and the completion of that journey and that dream..
The space program is about reaching for your dreams.. some of us will grab that dream and ride it all the way.. others will die trying.. but
in the end, we cannot stop trying no matter what happens to some of us along the way.. if we do, then we lose our humanity and those who died
reaching will only have died in vain.
I guess that answers the question as to why I was upset when the death of 7 dreamers.. 7 humans.. 7 people who dared to reach for their dream were killed.
Jake