Taking the keys away.

Jan 27th, 1967, 3 astronauts died in the Apollo 1 spacecraft fire .
Jan 28th, 1986, Challenger Disaster.
February 1, 2003, Columbia Disaster.

After each tragedy, the space program was grounded, just like having your keys taken away.

Then we returned with stronger hearts, brighter minds and tougher technology. Sleep patterns get distorted according to panel findings and flight schedules. English essays were filled with how the Challenger disintegrated and the retardation of avaionics. Coats were covered with patches of flight missions (I have to find that coat). Names of the brave engraved like battle heroes, calibre of the likes of Greek Conquerers and World War significance. Weeping with Sean O'Keefe and the McCauliffe family, while others looked on wondering why I was crying at the tele. Disgust was flung at the ignorant who drastically cut funds to NASA, because he felt it was unneccesary and perhaps reduced his leisure funds. (J***). That is my NASA. Having witnessed the maiden launch of Atlantis in Cape Canaveral, watching the beast roll into launch pad 39B, and gawking at the majestic size of a space shuttle from 15 feet away. Yeah it did me in for life.

Dear NASA, you hold the aspirations to generations to think not only outside the box, but beyond the hemisphere. Continue to inspire, to explore, to challenge the human limits of intelligence. Most of all, continue to awe the planet. You will get your keys back again. The next time a new generation will watch the launch, pump our fists, cry tears of joy and await the safe landing regardless if it is 3am.
"Space the Final Frontier." May Enterprise rise again and fill the sky with the dreams of a young akward teenager from an island country far away, who wrote a General Paper filled with jargon on jet propulsion, they thought I cheated during exams.
High Five to Sean O'Keefe, some how you managed to make others cry with you.

I still want to know what the $2 million "pizza pan" is for.