I want to be an astronaut. Well, to be perfectly honest, it was that or be in the White House. That is another story for another day. Back to space travel…my friend Sarah and I watched the International Space Station and the shuttle go streaking across the sky last week. It was very cool, very fast and very small. The only reason we knew it was, in fact, the shuttle and ISS was because we were watching for it and we were aware of the signs. Isn’t that a metaphor for life?
We stood there with our faces to the night sky enjoying the scene and imagining being there. I always wanted to be an astronaut and so did Sarah. She thinks it’s not too late, I think she’s the most optimistic person I know.
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