Memorabilia: a Souvenir a Fairing
I remember watching the liftoffs from Cape Canaveral, while listening avidly to Walter Kronkite, and sitting on our braided rug, with my attention glued to the televised broadcast of each splashdown.
Astronauts, heroes.
My imagination thrilled to it.
I was a handicapped child, yet I could participate, help heroes.
How?
Prayer. My family prayed for them at the dinner table, I prayed with my classmates at school.
Their accomplishments and integrity still stand. Let there be more men of their caliber, for they are needed.
UPDATE:
I opened this box again recently, and the power of memorabilia, a souvenir, a fairing remains.
In the more than five years since I originally posted this, little to nothing has changed. The last sentence is still true.
Meshea
Heidi Dru Kortman