The Day the Sky Blew Up (standard:drama, 483 words)
Author: Lori	Added: May 12 2004	Views/Reads: 3668/2	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Edited! It's about the day the shuttle blew up last year. Still a little raw around the edges. But, I didn't want to lose the heart behind the story. Feedback is welcome!

The Day The Sky Blew Up 

By: cowgirl_11 

It was a normal Saturday morning I thought. I was taking my kids for
breakfast. It was a clear day, without any clouds. That in itself was 
unusual, the last month has been cloudy for us. I thought it was going 
to be a beautiful Saturday to spend with my children. Little did I know 
that my world was fixing to change! 

I'm a Southerner at heart. I've lived in the south my whole life,
haven't wanted to live anywhere else. It's apart of me, just like I'm a 
part of it. It makes me proud to see our flag fly high. 

I'm rambling sorry, I'm doing this one by the sit of my pants. The point
is this I remember 9-11 very much. I remember thinking to myself that 
it was part of another world. It didn't affect most of my family that 
much, affected us because of what happened; don't get me wrong. It 
wasn't part of our little world, wasn't our neighbors in those 
buildings. New York's a foreign country to me. 

I cried with the rest of the world because the amount of the lost life.
But I wasn't shattered. I didn't know anyone from New York. I didn't 
know the skyline that everyone was talking about. Sure, I had seen it 
on TV. and stuff. I'd never visited it. 

Then Feb. 1, 2003 happened. 

I remember, as a kid, watching the space shuttle take off. Do you
remember that they used to make a big deal of it taking off? It would 
be on the news for days before the actual event. Then Challenger 
happened, I remember that day. I was in front of the TV. that day 
watching. I'd played hooky from school to watch history in the making; 
the first civilian was going up into space. And to top it all off it 
was a teacher, it's what I wanted to be when I grew up. I sat there 
with the rest of the world and cried for those seven people. 

That tragedy wasn't going to happen again they said. But it did! I'm not
blaming NASA, even though I think they should have turned it around 
when they noticed what happened. How is it that two shuttles could blow 
up in my lifetime? Hell, I'm only 32 years old! It's not suppose to 
happen like that, not suppose to be this hard to explain to children, 
not suppose to see people falling from the sky. 

So like the people of New York, the people of Texas and Louisiana, and
all that saw those angels fall from the sky, are in mourning again. 
Please pray for the families of those brave and wonderful people that 
lost their lives Saturday! 

That shuttle was here almost 20 years ago visiting the same Air Force
base that's putting it back together.


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