Hernández, age 8
Courtesy of Jose Hernández
José Hernández sat strapped into his seat. His heart pounded. It was August 28, 2009, and he was on the space shuttle Discovery. It was about to blast off. If everything went as planned, he would soon be 250 miles above Earth.
Hernández’s journey to space had begun long before. His parents were Mexican farmworkers. As a boy, he helped in the fields before the sun rose. Under the dark sky, he would look up at the stars. He wondered: What would it be like to travel among them?
Now here he was in a space shuttle. A voice came over the radio.
Five, four, three, two, one . . .
Discovery’s engines roared to life. The ship rocked. Then a thought flashed in Hernández’s mind.
How did I get here?
It was August 28, 2009. José Hernández was on the space shuttle Discovery. It was about to blast off. He would soon be 250 miles above Earth.
Hernández’s journey to space had begun long before. His parents were Mexican farmworkers. As a boy, he helped in the fields. He started before sunrise. Under the dark sky, he would look up at the stars. He wondered: How would it feel to be up there?
Now here he was in a space shuttle. A voice came over the radio.
Five, four, three, two, one . . .
Discovery’s engines roared to life. The ship rocked. A thought flashed in Hernández’s mind.
How did I get here?
José Hernández sat strapped into his seat, his heart pounding. It was August 28, 2009, and he was about to blast off on the space shuttle Discovery. If everything went as planned, he would soon be 250 miles above Earth.
Hernández’s journey to space had begun years earlier. His parents were Mexican farmworkers. As a boy, he helped in the fields before sunrise. In the early-morning darkness, he would gaze up at the stars, wondering how it would feel to travel among them.
Now here he was in a space shuttle. A voice came over the radio.
Five, four, three, two, one . . .
Discovery’s engines roared to life. The ship rocked. Then a thought flashed through Hernández’s mind.
How did I get here?