Inspiration lost
by Jack Grant
Thirty-six years ago, I stood mesmerized by the blurry, interrupted images on the television.
I was four years old, and I was inspired.
I didn’t fully comprehend the magnitude of the achievement, but I was excited none the less.
That inspiration lit my heart for years, and that inspiration broke my heart when the Challenger exploded in the Florida sky.
Thirty-six years ago, I stood mesmerized by the blurry, interrupted images on television.
That remains one of my earliest memories, and one of my most treasured.
What memories do we create now?
What do we do to create our desired future, rather than to avoid some catastrophe?
What do we do to inspire?
Paradise was lost long ago, like childhood and innocence never to be regained.
Inspiration can be created anew, but only if we have the courage to do so.
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I followed the drool that Christina was spewing over you. Some neat stuff on your blog.
This particular moment was also a big one for me. It lauched years of dreaming and a love for science fiction. Thanks for sharing.
Take Care
Michael
By Blogin Idiot on 07.21.05 17:51
Ummmm, I said “handsome fellow” in a post. I didn’t realize I was drooling.
A thousand pardons.
By Chrissy on 07.22.05 07:28