As a boy living on Florida’s Space Coast, I was often allowed to climb to the roof of our house to watch the earliest rockets take off. My mother would join me in my pursuit. We held our breath during liftoff. It was all so new and we didn’t know what to expect. We sat there spellbound until we could no longer see the light from the rocket in the distance. And then we held our breath until those pioneers landed safely back on Earth in the Atlantic Ocean.
Alan Shepherd, John Glenn, Scott Carpenter. These men were our heroes and they deserved a hero’s welcome home. I remember my mother taking us to parades on Cocoa Beach. There were maybe five cars, no band, no floats. But in the last car, a convertible, sat the astronaut, dressed in a suit, waving. All along the side of the road clusters of people jumped up and down, little American flags waving, clapping and cheering loudly. There weren’t many of us. The towns were small, the population light. NASA was in its infancy. We didn’t know what was yet to come. But, we were proud, American proud.
My first post on my new blog. Sort of seems the same. I don’t know what to expect, but, my goals are similar: to build followers, believers. Hopefully they will be followers who will see merit in what they read and are inspired to become better versions of themselves. Believers that together we can change the world around us.