Suddenly, a tsunami of shock and panic flooded the Mission Operations Control Room. The LM had landed on the moon successfully. But as Jim descended the ladder, he skipped the second rung and fell headlong to the moon surface. His helmet was devastated, and the oxygen tubes were irreparably damaged. The controllers on the earth looked at each other in desperation and waited for the astronaut’s death. Amidst the endless dusty desert, Jim resigned himself to the inevitable. Five…ten…fifteen…thirty... minutes passed, but nothing happened. Unbelievable but true! Oxygen on the moon! Houston began to dance. But I ceased to dream.