. . .I stepped out my back door onto our covered patio. As I did, I started hearing what I thought was a very long,Â low rumble of thunder. It just seemed to go on and on. It was puzzling because the little bits of sky I could around me through the trees were all bright blue.
AboutÂ 20Â minutesÂ laterÂ IÂ turnedÂ onÂ theÂ televisionÂ andÂ sawÂ somethingÂ thatÂ remindedÂ meÂ thatÂ theÂ SpaceÂ ShuttleÂ ColumbiaÂ wasÂ scheduledÂ toÂ returnÂ toÂ earthÂ thatÂ day.Â IÂ watchedÂ aÂ bitÂ longerÂ andÂ learnedÂ that things had gone quite wrong.
IfÂ hadÂ venturedÂ outÂ fromÂ underÂ thatÂ coveredÂ patio.Â Â I would have seen the Columbia in hundreds of pieces, a few moments before they rained down upon the piney forests and rolling fields of East Texas.
TheÂ MissionÂ CommanderÂ wasÂ RickÂ Husband, orginally from Amarillo. AÂ Christian.Â AndÂ fineÂ exampleÂ ofÂ manhood.Â YouÂ canÂ readÂ aboutÂ himÂ here.