40 years ago this Monday, my neighbor, Neil Armstrong, walked on the moon. I'm not sure which is more unbelievable to me: the fact that it happened, or the fact that he and I now have mutual friends (I've never met him). It was, truly, an emotional moment for our country!
For the first time ever, a human being stepped onto the surface of a piece of land not on earth. Neil Armstrong was the moon's first E.T., and Buzz Aldrin was second. Most of America--and the world--watched live. I watched as Walter Cronkite momentarily lost his journalistic bravado and got weepy. Wally Schirra, an astronaut on the air to provide color commentary, was equally speechless. And the nation beamed with pride during an achievement that began in politics, was achieved through vision, science and faith, and was completed with some saavy astronauts piloting through computer errors and nearly a loss of fuel to complete their victorious journey on the most public stage the world had ever seen.
It was September 12, 1962, when John F. Kennedy went before a crowd at Rice University in Houston, Texas, and announced publically the following: "We choose to go to the moon in this decade and do the other things, not because they are easy, but because they are hard, because that goal will serve to organize and measure the best of our energies and skills, because that challenge is one that we are willing to accept, one we are unwilling to postpone, and one which we intend to win, and the others, too." His speech was not only visionary but also realistically practical, as he acknowledged the cost and the long odds and made a case for why we needed to go anyway. (Read the complete speech.)