This is one of those "do you remember where you were" kind of days. Twenty-five years ago today the Challenger Space Shuttle exploded 73 seconds into its flight causing the death of all seven crew members, including the first teacher to travel to space, Christa McAuliffe. It was a sad for us all and a reminder that there is risk involved in space exploration.
My father was a solid rocket motor propulsion engineer for NASA and his job became very complicated after this explosion. In short order he was assigned to a investigative committee and spent the next three or four months in Sunnyvale, California.
I remember the day of the explosion. During my last year of nursing school I took a community health rotation. On this particular day I was at a clinic as part of this class. At the time of the launch we had gathered in the waiting room of the clinic to watch on the TV. At that time the launches were televised on every channel and everyone stopped what they were doing to watch. I was so proud of my father and all of the multitude of others that helped to get that enormously complicated machine off the launch pad and hurling toward space. That pride was quickly replaced with horror as that beautiful and patriotic moment turned tragic as the shuttle just dissapeared in a huge plume of smoke.
I haven't been able to watch another launch without thinking of this day.
*This picture was downloaded from a Google image search.