Did you hear the story on the news this week about NASA losing their very first footage of the first lunar walk? Yes, probably the most famous piece of video tape in history was lost, somehow, somewhere, by someone at NASA. You know,Neil Armstrong? "One small step for man, one giant leap for mankind"? That one. Gone.
Thankfully they had made copies.
Even though it was kind of funny, in a sick sort of way, to think that an organization that big and that important could manage to lose a tape that significant, I had to empathize with NASA.
Twenty-four years ago I got a phone call from my mom, just a few weeks after my wedding.
"I have some terrible news."
At this point, I thought someone had died, so I braced myself.
"What happened, Mom?"
"Your wedding video is gone."
Much relieved that it wasn't a death, I asked her what happened.
"I accidentally taped over it, and I've been sick about it for days. I just didn't know how to tell you."
After picking myself up off the floor from laughing so hard (I chose laughter over anger in that moment, and I'm so glad I did), I asked Mom what was so important that she just had to tape over our wedding.
(Brace yourself now . . . )
So this week, as I heard about NASA losing their video tape, I wondered if they've checked their Oprah footage.
Or called my Mom. Maybe she knows where it went.