I’m sick about the destruction of the space shuttle Columbia. I caught the news late: Kim and I were enjoying a nice news- and Internet-free morning before running off to get some errands done, and then I checked CNN.com quickly. I feel like I’ve been numb all day. (The Challenger explosion in 1986 is still one of my most vivid memories.)
It’s a terrible disaster, but I can’t shake the thought that the astronauts knew the risks, accepted them, and pushed on. I can’t imagine that any astronaut would be blasé about the risks involved, given the amount of expertise they must have and training they have to go through. So while I know this doesn’t mean much to the grieving families today, I for one feel just a bit more respect for the men and women who are active in the space program.