Here is the full transcript of Costa Rican electrical engineer Sandra Cauffman’s TEDx Talk on NASA – Reach, Strive, Achieve at TEDx PuraVidaJoven conference.
Sandra Cauffman – Costa Rican electrical engineer
Every time I work on a rocket launch I get chills. During the count down, I hold my breath. The countdown is so terrifying because the satellite that I have worked on is going into space on top of a bomb. This rocket can be delivered safely into orbit, or it can blow up in an instant. The climax for me, and for everyone working on this amazing project is the point of liftoff and separation. I know many of you have watched rockets launch from NASA on television. The sound is so overwhelming.
When the sound waves travel across the three and a half miles from the launch pad to those watching the launch, we not only hear the liftoff, we actually feel it. It is so amazing. We are completely engulfed in that noise and the sound, it’s just incredible. It is thrilling to realize that this rocket, with a satellite. I have helped build, is heading at 17,600 miles per hour into space. And guess what, I just finished launching a satellite to Mars.
It is just incredible that a little piece of me and a little piece of Costa Rica has travelled to Mars and is now orbiting the Red Planet. We need to understand the processes that contributed to Mars becoming the dry and arid planet that it is today. And we want to understand all the issues that we have with climate change, if any of those processes are occurring here on Earth. We really want to understand what happened, so we can prevent all of that from happening on Earth later on. I am also so amazed at how far I have traveled to get where I am today.
I marvel at my own journey, and how I came to help probe the mysteries of outer space. Michelangelo once said, “The greatest danger for most of us is not that our aim is too high and we miss it, but that it is too low and we actually reach it.” My story today is how a Costa Rican girl from a poor family nurtured an improbable dream about space travel and made that dream come true.
My story began a long time ago. My first years were very full of mistreatment and pain. My mother was forced to take two jobs, sometimes three, just to make ends meet. My mother worked most of the time. Sometimes she would come home in between jobs just to sleep a few hours and then have to turn around and go back to work. We knew she was dead tired, but she still took some time to be with us and play with us and talk to us. For many years, my mother kept food on our table and a roof over our heads.
I was always in awe of her perseverance and determination to keep on going without complaining. She would not let herself break under all the pressure that she was under. I continued to take care of the house chores and my younger brother while going to school hardships, and everything I had to do. During my elementary school years, I had a very compassionate teacher.
Her name is Leda Espinosa de Valverde. We called her la Niña Leda. She was a loving person and demanded a lot of her students. She taught us to take pride in everything that we did and to pay attention to all of the details. Our “libros de vida” had to be cleaned, organized, and the letters had to be perfect.
Everything had to be just right. Through la Niña Leda, I learned to take pride in everything I did and to try to do it correctly the first time. Sometimes what I was doing seemed almost impossible. It would have been easy to just listen to my own thoughts, just to give up, why did I have to study so much, or how tired I was and go to sleep and not even bother. But, I would not let my thinking become my obstacle.
I told myself that I had to do better, that I had to take time to study, that I had to do my homework, even if I didn’t get much sleep. It was important to me to get good grades. I knew I didn’t want the kind of life that I saw wearing my mother down. I dreamed of escaping the poverty and pain. I wanted to do something different when I grew up.
The dream that began taking shape in me became my escape from the only world that I knew. Sometimes we remember exactly where we were and what we were doing during a significant historical event. Well, July 20th, 1969 was one such event for me. I was seven years old. I wanted to watch the first human walk on the Moon.