It started at the end, in more ways
than one.
My whole life, I’d dreamed of going
into space. Did everything to make that come true. When the call came through
from NASA, I couldn’t stop smiling for weeks. Completed my training, boarded
the shuttle, launched into space. Flew so high, into the stars, up to the
International Space Station. Got there, to the point that my whole life had
been building towards, to the moment I had dreamed of since I was a kid, and,
heck, I was still basically just a kid. And that was that. Mission
accomplished. Or so I thought.
Because that was the moment that
everything changed.
