I remember it well. There was a great deal of media coverage leading up to the Challenger launch on January 28, 1986. It was a tremendously exciting event, heightened by the fact that the first American civilian, an elementary school teacher named Christa McAuliffe, was part of the crew.
Students all across the country were watching the shuttle launch from their classrooms. I was watching from work. That meant I stood between exercise bikes in the health club where I managed the reception desk, my eyes fixed on the large screen TV. I stood among two dozen women who had just completed an aerobics class. I remember we were all very excited.
Official portrait of STS 51-L crewmembers. From left to right in the back row, Ellison S. Onizuka, Sharon Christa McAuliffe, Greg Jarvis and Judy Resnik. From left to right in the front row, Mike Smith, Dick Scobee, and Ron McNair. (Nov. 15, 1985) Picture courtesy the NASA Johnson Space Center (NASA-JSC).
The Space Shuttle Challenger had a beautiful lift-off. The crowd around me applauded. People in the weight room, locker rooms and racquetball courts heard the excitement and gathered to see what was happening.
The Space Shuttle Challenger lifting off at the Kennedy Space Center. (January 28, 1986)Picture courtesy the NASA Kennedy Space Center.
A few seconds later, as the applause faded, the shuttle exploded!
I remember looking around me at the stunned faces. I'm sure my own reflected the shock and disbelief I felt. Immediately, I thought of the schoolchildren who were watching. Christa McAuliffe's school had been featured on the news that morning. I knew they were watching and had just witnessed a beloved teacher's death. My heart broke for them.
At about 76 seconds, fragments of the Orbiter can be seen tumbling against a background of fire, smoke and vaporized propellants from the External Tank. The left Solid Rocket Booster flies rampant. The cloud envelops the disintegrating Orbiter. (1986) Picture courtesy the NASA Johnson Space Center (NASA-JSC).
I remember the silence on the TV as the news anchors struggled to gain their composure and continue reporting the news. They speculated whether anyone could have survived such a catastrophic event. The consensus at the gym was no possible way.
As I watched the news stories in the days following the disaster, I remember thinking that these brave souls left this life wholeheartedly chasing their dreams. They had each worked and studied and prepared for this journey that would change their lives forever. They knew the risks involved and decided the fulfillment of their dreams was worth the risk.
I wonder what your dreams are. What are you willing to risk to make your dreams come true?
If you are like me, your dreams are not so "out of this world" and your risk level much more moderate. And though we don't risk our lives to make our dreams a reality, we certainly admire those who do.
Reflectively,
Beth