Tears of Joy

When I opened the mailbox and saw the envelope I’ve been waiting for, I was overwhelmed with excitement and nausea. One tear would tell me if I still had a dream.

Even though NASA has no age limit for its astronaut candidate program, at thirty-four I felt this was my last and best shot to get in.

I glanced toward the heavens before going back into the house. My wife, Jill, must have seen me gaze at the envelope and greeted me as I walked in the door. I saw the anticipation on he face also.

My insides were quivering, and was barely able to hand it to Jill and tell her to open it. She ripped the end, pulled the letter out and starting reading.

“Dear Mr. Tucker…”

Without warning she jumped up wrapping her arms and legs around me. I rested my head on her shoulder and let the tears of joy flow.

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