A giant of a man died today, and I feel great sadness, even as I celebrate my own birthday. Neil Armstrong has left us.
I remember it like it was yesterday: July 20, 1969, holding my breath as the Apollo 11 Lunar Module finally landed on the Moon, with Neil Armstrong at the controls. And then, some hours later (late at night in Huron, Ohio), watching the grainy black and white TV images of Armstrong, and then Buzz Aldrin, stepping onto the surface of the Moon. I knew then that the world would never be the same, and that history would forever be divided between the time before humanity walked on another world, and after.
|Neil Armstrong steps off the Eagle|
|Neil reads the plaque declaring that Apollo 11 has come on
behalf of all Mankind.
A defining moment for humanity, but also one for me personally. Many of my friends lost interest in the space program soon after, but I never did. To me it was, and will always be, one of mankind’s grandest adventures.
Others will write more knowledgeably of Armstrong’s life and career. But I’m pretty sure of one thing: a thousand years from now, if we’re still around, the name Neil Armstrong is one that people will remember.
One small step… and another, and another. Godspeed, Neil Armstrong.
|Bootprint on the Moon|